The Final Bend

Go to heaven for the climate and hell for the company. - Mark Twain

spit

drool

try to act cool

get up and play the fool

we laugh

we cry

we live

we die

changing our diapers in the noonday sky

the morning dews

the evening does

the day pushes

the night shoves

the baby goo-goo's

the old man gaga's

forever merged in fragile eternity

as god maintains a seemingly aloof taciturnity

there is a mathematical precision in the lonely cadence of time

both frozen and thawed

dancing both erect and low under the limbo stick of this life

until we sink into an unwitting end

not knowing what awaits us

around the final bend

Author's Note

"It is not when I am going to meet him, but when I am just turning away and leaving him alone, that I discover what God is. I say, God. I am not sure that that is the name. You will know what I mean." - Thoreau

Reviews

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

I have a poem in which i have compared the gaga old folks to babies goo goos so i enjoyed ypur fabulous muse here,. God seems aloof to some but feels very near to others though. Kudos for this well crafted brill poetry.

Plz do read and comment my newest poem too

[John the Baptist]

I am an old man, and I assure you I have never said "gaga" even once.