O friend, bother me not;
‘Tis said and why to explain?
So be as it comes
Being such be sure of the signal code,
Wind wafted tapping morse on your brow
Missing message have a senescent soothsayer
To read the duplicate copy printed on your palm.
Listen then, and learn about a presumption said
Of a sentence, whose period mark remains the point,
Where to start and where to stop again
Between periods all the way through to retire
With a final dash over the bridge raised by the years.
The distance of a javelin throw measured by leagues to fall
At the terminal, where you’ll have your warrant
Signed, dated with a ticket in your name;
En route look at the smoke fading away,
Perhaps a memory of the short trip,
The ashes left behind.