A Bit Out Of Sorts Poem by James B. Earley

Here facing reality
.....A bit...out of sorts
Future once taken for granted
....Now time's...running short

Hours going forward
....So few....the days
That angst of the morrow
...The thought of it prays

That happiness be her lot...
Or....contentment she finds
....Either one or the other
Both....satisfying of mind

Clinging to imagination
....Precious.....the memory
A measure of comfort dwelling
.....Somewhere within the mystery

Of billions.....on this planet
....Yet it's monumental that two
Simply met literally....as ships...
In the night passing through

.....And thus....the reality...
That time is indeed short
....Just facing the music
Clearly...a bit...out of sorts