Reservation Poem by Howard Osborne

RESERVATION

There is, I'm told, a space for you and I
Not here, not now, but at a future time
I've heard it's where the people never cry
And even though it looks a bit like mime
A frozen silence that blankets everything
No choir to hear, nor any bells that ring
In fact, an ending that I think is unique
But not the destination that I seek
So now I'll focus on my life that's left
Keeping those I love so near to me
Alone, I know that I will feel bereft
But time is short for me to wait and see

They say that there is nowhere left to run
As now the final chapter has begun