Long Past Midlife

Someone is knocking
on my door.
It’s long past midlife…
No, I mean “midnight.”


What do they want?
Perhaps it’s my
meager treasure
or old photos
of dead thoughts.

Or… perhaps my
visitor is the Reaper
come at last
to take my measure.
I’ll pull up the covers
and pretend
to be sleeping.

But when I hear
the door creaking,
I’ll know my
visitor has begun
his reaping.

© CGT, 2018.

Talk to me.