Legacy

Every life lived is a dead end.
It’s not the finish but the bend.

No destinations, just journeys.
Nowt of note on our last gurney.

How’d you get there; what did you do?
A life flatlined…to look at you.

No substance there behind the eyes.
No giddy fear; no hot takes wise.

No jaded comical one line.
No veritas in vino wine.

You’ve no crepe skin or wrinkles deep.
You’ve no broken face when you weep.

Just doubling down on boring bland…
Down to your last plot of land.