-- Still Unfinished --

John Herlihy

Figment of imagination,

Product of incarnation.

Shaped by the softest clay,

To dance in life’s ballet.

Carved from rough stone,

Enveloped in solid bone.

Parts of a life finished,

The hours now diminished.

Sweet childhood long gone,

Adolescence a sounded gong.

Maturity glows as ripened fruit,

Life’s music played on a lute.

Time finally reveals its age,

Thoughts turn wise as a sage.

Rhythms diminish as unresolved,

Bells still sing, a puzzle unsolved.

We pass away, still unfinished,

The ending sudden, finished.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Monday 19 September 2022