Messages from My Soul

I'd Bother Not to Know

I'D BOTHER NOT TO KNOW

A sufficing smack I stole

Of childhood's relish sweet;

Riding the tip of the thread of life

And dreaded not a woe to meet.

I partook of the thousand chances

Of the turnpikes of adolescence;

I shrouded myself in the chrysalis

That shut me off from innocence.

Then I mounted life's tallest peaks

And learn to its facades distinguish;

Years have come to etch in me

Its lessons with the ink of anguish.

Like a ghost they passed by me,

The times faded into sightless deep.

And from afar a shapeless morrow

Calls me to eternal sleep.

Wanting rest, I closed my eyes

Beneath this deeply furrowed brow;

And what has death in store for me

I'd bother not to know.