Meet on the Ledge

shocked by news, yet

another name is called,

a musician this time

an actor the last

thus, we shuffle one more

step closer to the edge,

the bright stars and heroes

from an age before our own

have passed and faded from

the whimsy of our memory,

now our own heroes and icons

are falling fast, we in turn

shuffle closer to oblivion,

we feel its tender palm

brush our heavy cheeks,

its friendly arms curl around

our bent shoulders,

in the tontine of life another

dice is shaken, now’s not

the time to throw a six

Published by grahamrsherwood