Richard Moore, 2021
Living my eleventh life
spared almost any strife
at peace with the earth
knowing its worth
yet feeling it cursed
afraid for its future.
Number eleven
beckons me to heaven
or hell
who can tell?
I try to stay steady
I am anything but ready.
Little David and little Grace
are in their first
not at all knowing what they will face
as they become more versed
in the world of many a word
during their second and third.
I want to be around
at least until such time
as they have found
their prime
as adolescents
and have begun to sense their essence.
Perhaps there will come a day
when we may
indulge in conversation
and reflection
exchanging quiet emotion
and neural notion.
So, God, please give me
a little assist
to ensure that my plea
will not be missed
and that my esprit
can linger longer.
