Late Night Musings Poem by John F. English

I'm in my room
late at night
listening to Satie
and smoking
my last cigarette
dreaming of life
and death
it's all been so interesting
so far
sometimes I wish
for death
the last breath
that will sooth this toil
but then I think
There's still more to see
so why leave just yet?
there is more still to come
I stub out the cigarette
climb into bed and read
a few poems by Frost
before sleep
let the morrow do with me
as it wishes
I am ready