Views in Verse on 'the last hurrah'

The Last Hurrah

Question me not
As I descend upon you
This was never a game of chance
The time has come
To ‘get the ducks in a line’
Resolving:
There will be no ‘after the dance’
Is it too late for ‘sorry’...?
‘Should’a done this...’?
Could’ve been a better friend?
Or does one
Fold starched inward
Mouthing:
‘Who gives a stuff in the end?’

Whom to think about
The light’s on you
Do you resort to a sad goodbye?
Or will one...
Stiff upper lip just as before
Gripped:
Nary a tear to the eye?
As we ‘breast the tape’ though
It’d be nice to know:
Did you make the most of what you got?
Or did I dither and waste
When the call came down
Did I…
‘Piss and get off of the pot’?

I guess we all do find our way
Say ‘here’s to us...
We’ll all be together again!’
And we’ve no doubt challenged ourselves
On our own self-worth
Surely:
Every now and then...
Assured to recount the days and nights
Before the sword
Could dutifully commence the fell
Simply to rule a line under it
And say
in closing:
A soft but firm ...’oh well’

From my desktop Views in Verse Grahame J Flynn