Without Fear
“Death smiles at us all, but all a man can do is smile back"
—Marcus Aurelius
There as he sat, entranced in solemn thought
Reflecting on the end that drew so near
Wond’ring would he see sunrise reappear
Or sail into the night, in fears so caught
For soon he’d be an octogenarian
And dwindling fast would be his tomorrows
The specter of the end but ever grows
A shadow stretching far beyond his span
All men wish their last days be heroic
With the bravest face to say their adieu
Farewell to the world and the sky so blue
Yet death stands near, impassive and stoic
He feels fine, his days still enjoyable
Yet nagging aches remain ever present
Forgotten phrases a daily torment
The passage of time undeniable
He knows that all must bow to time’s command
Yet finds no cause to rage or to despair
For life was kind, and love was always there
A journey shaped by his own Maker’s hand
So there he sat, in silent reverie
Approaching his fourth score of existence
He’s pleased to find his life had made full sense
Without fear, he should face eternity
At last, he finds his heart is free of strife
For in his Maker’s hands he rests secure
Through trials past, he knows God’s grace is sure
A journey blessed, a full and faithful life
02-22-2025
© Vic Evora
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