REALITY
By Shoshana Kurzweil

Reality came rushing forth,
knocking down the once blocked doors.
Overwhelming scenes and visions
Drawn with stark precise precision;

No diffusion...blurring, smoothing;
No solutions...mending, soothing.
It's Truth. I must accept it's so.
It's here. I cannot make it go.
 

Time and tears have taken toll,
And this year, when God calls the Roll,
A generation disappears,
Leaving me with growing fears.
 

Mothers' mothers passed away;
Fathers' fathers seen their day.
And I behold (with trepidation),
Only one more generation,
 

Standing between me and death,
Protecting till that one last breath.
Oh, they can't help, but still they're here,
And I cannot imagine years,
 

Without the voices, ears and eyes...
Arms that hold me when I cry.
But, no matter what I want,
Shadows, portents hover...haunt.
 

Pretense will not take away,
The loss of all those yesterdays.
Wisdom won't prevent the wounds,
Nor push away the waiting tombs.
 

And what then of my flesh and bone?
They too will have to stand alone.
I'm learning I must count my days,
And let go of what's passed away;
 

Set my goals....make my plans,
Yet, in my soul, must understand,
That all might change, and suddenly,
I'm left with just reality.