"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on. " - Robert Frost*


I have grown old, but never grown cold.
My pessimist Egyptian eyes never overthrown
Or disrobed my optimistic heart.
I was born under a bad moon
And held in the arms of a child-wife.
Thick or thin,
Holy or sin,
Dog-days,  I took them all in.
Now it is time for me to venture to the unknown
where no mind has had a chance to tell of.
Soon I will go out with the tide.
They weep and pray for my soul.
"OH! I just don't know!" they wail.

I know.

I know the children still play,
The birds still sing and the bombs still fall.
The flower still blooms
And the wind will still howl.
London will still have a Queen
And I know you will still breathe.
Thick or thin, holy or sin,
I know you can take in.

I will not look back when I cross the bar.
I know I do not have to.