The Experts' Accomplishment Poem by Bryan Taplits

The escalator goes up and down
Its passage like the sea,
The tide goes in, the tide goes out
Not knowing which tide will touch me.
The waters wet-I feel sea sweat-
Aware of all I can see,
But yet there's underworld much
that I can't touch-
To see what lies beneath me.
The days hence are fraught with what I know not
But which doctors confidently can find,
Lucky I am for these experts-of-man
Assuring me all my mis-timed clocks
they relentlessly will wind.
But I know that my life is toast
And now abets out to the sea,
At least-unlike these 'experts-of-man'
I am endowed by God with less hubris-
And more humility.
No apologies are forthcoming
When the patient goes to his rest,
All the 'experts' bask in their sunning-
Affirming that they all tried their best.