...And So Shall You Reap Poem by Bryan Taplits

I took a breath; the dance near done-
For I had already heard that song,
It sang to me in shades of grey
I thought of it again today.
The past has passed-and I aghast-
At what I did to make it through,
I many times had dined so fine-
And many times had played a fool.
The years are gone and as I look back
And view my scalloped years of rows,
The grounds once fertile; they teemed with life
But now I'm bushed;
Can't hold the hoe.
I fear at what the Heavens behold-
Too many nadirs-
and no peaks abet,
My prospects
are not some 'eternity's fluff'-
And I shiver instead at all my regrets.
As I quiver with tears
the light suddenly softens its creep-
as it waves me to sleep-
And I hear the final verdict of all of those years:
"Goodnight, my friend, have a good sleep-
but so as you stubbornly sowed-
so shall you reap."