Coming To Terms Poem by Tony Jolley

Silent steps from the deep end of Eternity
Seem to echo more mournfully down the corridors of your life.
The long march of a tall man
Casting his lengthening shadow slowly toward your fretful feet

Every minute: missed
Some days: distressed
Every week: wanting
Some months: mourning the more
Every season: seeking still

Each year, a year of no lesser yearning
A year yet lacking resolution: learning,
That a coming to terms with ‘coming to terms’
Comes only in its own time…
Only on its own terms.