The Bookeeper's Last Dance Poem by Bryan Taplits

A trance it was, this life, my squall-
A rowdy, but too long, square dance,
Each day I would waltz indifferently
Never accounting while assuming all chance.
The way upward-
Long in length but not in time-
Wasn't what I once had thought-
A myriad of vicissitudes,
Branched pathways, naked pavestones,
All on which I could walk.
And those merging paths to heaven,
Each drawn- none was a fret,
My earthbound previous thoughts had been:
"My life was a too prolonged train-ride"-
But, unaware by me then,
it had been delivered all by a jet.