I soar despairing like a purblind loon
I am caromed against hill, wave and stone
I spy a wondrous portal through the gloom
The “Endless Passage” becks for me alone
An open door with golden stairs agleam
Await with rescue from this rotting space
I yearn for crossing, to become a dream
To join those who have deemed their case
I will not occasion that transfer today
For there is much for doing in my life
I am a fool controlling nothing fey
nor see the time and place of the cold knife
I am a Loonie winging past my prime
and doubt the reaper owns me and my time