WHEN I GROW OLD

When I grow old,
please set me adrift
on the Sudbury River.
(Thanks for this gift).

Let my kayak float free,
me propped up inside,
down past the meanders.
(What a memorable ride!)

I’ll slide slowly to Concord
under a cloud,
past the reeds and rushes.
(How’s that for a shroud?)

The current will carry me
as its carried my life,
slipping seaward toward Boston.
(So long joy and strife).

                                               
August 14, 2014

 

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