It is true:
all bits were heedless, one time things;
a catching up at the end,
some sort of a reckoning,
...
This world ended the first time
when your school friend left town,
leaving you bereft, shocked
that the universe was flawed.
...
The first thing I do in winter mornings
is to wear woolen socks and cap;
in summer, a cold bath.
My mother is dead,
...
Affluent mothers
now past their own rapids
are cheerful;
their groomed daughters,
...
Ending Up
It is true:
all bits were heedless, one time things;
a catching up at the end,
some sort of a reckoning,
was never on the cards.
What washes up is: children`s families,
newspapers, TV, books, etc
or a soiled notion
that there just might be another life,
another chance yet.