As I wander through the latter years of life
a stranger inquires
Who are you?
Where have will and want taken you?
Why do you continue, curious
lost among the many mirrors?
Do you know
how rare your life is . . .
how bright a jewel in the tiara of heaven?
Don’t imagine a single facet dimmed
or breath held back.
Please, as you pass
let me hear a shout or cry or whisper.
Don’t let me miss you.
© Karl W. Frederick 2015