Dear Muddy Waters:
Thank you so very much for your post. Allow me, please, to express my own sympathy for what you're currently enduring. We have all gotten older and sicker and now face the inevitable. My past brushes with the Grim Reaper woke me up to my own mortality, as you wrote. Fortunately, for both of us, he approached our doors, ready to knock, but reconsidered and turned on his heel and sought out someone else.
I hope the following poem offers you some consolation. My detachment from the former sadness that inspired hundreds of poems and stories has faded away. Sure, I have my moments, but now it's like, "OH! Did I actually write this?"
Blessings and peace.
MY DAY'S LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY winds down.
Infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her
I have no reason to fear the inevitable,
That transition into a higher and
More glorious state
Than allowed me upon this
Beautiful but angst-filled
I rejoice in what has been
Prepared from early on.
I await the call . . .