The Last Farewell

I thought I’d sit down with it

Knock back a few beers

Chew the cud of all those years

But I couldn’t get into it

I couldn’t be bothered

I just wanted to get out

No tears, no recriminations,

Start a new life

Go on perhaps my last adventure

A modest one but still.

The blossoms were out

And so was I.

I wasn’t over the hill

Yet.

When people down the track

Ask me, how was it?

I’ll say, read this poem.

This is how it was.