I get a pang when I drive Up to my old farmhouse And "see" the orchard That once stood there Providing us with Apples for cider. Sauce, and Pies. It's long been plowed up. My stately stone German Church just up the road With the beautiful Stained glass windows, Soon to be dismantled, Will be history Too. My dryer is beginning to Growl, Just like our dog sometimes Did before he died. The newspaper is Diminishing before My eyes. My computer was obsolete Years ago, And who would have dreamed That our grandkids Couldn't read or write Cursive? Even our earth is Winding down. We're heading toward, Not away from, the Big Bang. In a moment's time our World will explode into Oblivion. Of course, Min, My Jack, my folks Are all dust too. And one day I will Join them in that Cemetery beside my Church. Nothing lasts. When we take that Final breath, it will be All gone. Every single bit of Everything we ever Saw or touched Will be gone. And at that exact, Heart stopping, Mysterious, Magnificent moment Our new life will Begin. And then, Nothing ends. Nothing will every end. |