The Wait

a poem by Milton Ghosh

Calm like a meditating Lama,
I smell the bed’s woody aroma,
And await for my time to be up
As I sip my life’s last cup.
Anticipating my demise stands my kins
While I count my deeds and sins
I linger in the lights of flickering flame
Death to come and make His claim.
I have met each rank, achieved every goal,
So without lament I play this final role.
As Life deprives me of Her touch,
Like the stillness of a broken watch
My ticking life comes to a halt,
And I dissolve in eternity like wet salt.