End Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

If my life is coming to an end,
So be it: I have lived it well,
And happily. Is there an element
Of pose? Might be but so what?

I did an angioplasty at fifty-nine,
And five years later now, I feel
Some symptoms as before recurring,
As made the Goa doctor track me.

Pain below both shoulder blades
Grip in front on a short stretch of
Fast walk, but would disappear on rest,
In Lodhi garden of beauty and history.

Of course I might do one more plasty,
And prolong life a little bit more –
But then, there has to be an end.