I Hope
by John Herlihy
I hope as one enduring hope
When it is time to take leave
I can do so quickly and quietly
Without making too much fuss
In silence and in solitude
My true abiding friends
A long life seems short
A quick death long in coming
Until it is suddenly there
There no longer
Gone with the tide
To another shore
To a place far distant
In a boat with no oar
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Thursday 5 February 2026
But aren't you a bit premature? At least 20 years left?
Ron
Rebecca