Send Me a Sign

After all these years
Why would I want a sign?
Seven years in now,
I’m doing pretty well.

And at 83, I’ll soon know
One way or another
What awaits or doesn’t await
On the far side of the rain.

I don’t even need to know
That you’re alright
Although there’s nothing
I want to know more than that.

It’s something else, more about this world.
I want to feel this living heart
That knows no other place to be.
Otherwise, what am I doing here on Earth?

2 comments to “Send Me a Sign”
  1. At first I thought you were referring to your son, but then I thought ‘It hasn’t been seven years since he left, only 5 or 6.’
    Mystified – Walter

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