A cold now seeps into my once- solid bones
Somewhat fragile like ice-cream cones,
Wincing as I now amble, creakily,
The spring in the step axed by Winter
Seemingly, eternally.

Thoughts of Spring now far away
The foggy, misty, air around
Doesn’t help a jot,
Deep mystery abounds the why and the wherefore,
 Unanswered, since the birth of Time.

Am I the centre piece of
A plot,
That Age conspires with all and sundry
To lay me down,
Dust to dust returned
As it , willy-nilly, does and
Must,
For, that is the law that governs all creation.

Consolation, now a difficult ask
A herculean task,
Time hangs
Somewhere beyond the known,
It matters no more.

The drama called Life goes on
The Curtain about to fall
On a Play about to end,
All mysteries, forever,
Solved.
  
The stars in the sky

Waiting,
To usher in
The new morrow,
With new cast that a new Dawn
Shall witness.

The Show Must, And Will, Go On.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)