Here Lies A Life Poem by DONALD SCHUSTER

Here lies a life waiting like an emptied balloon holding memories flattened by time,
edges carved out by a long human life. All he can do now is try to find purchase so, he can enter a universe he never grasped before.
He was a good man of sorts who had as many warts as any
but on balance toiled even prospered for what he knew was right.
What he didn't do and hoped it wouldn't delay this side of his new journey
was to strive for spiritual awareness. He hadn't completely ignored that side
of the ledger, but with all honesty he largely forgot to challenge anything other
than the routines of each day without a care of much beyond.
Now that the universe was calling his name which, to his supreme discomfort, he hears,
It seemed strange to him.
This new voice felt like liquid, a mist, a gossamer of woven pieces
singing like reeds blowing in the wind.
Had his mind not been submerged by the toils of ambition he might have consumed those few precious words delivered in the echoes of Sunday mornings.
Now all he can hear is the wind pressed against the chapel door
as those who thought they knew him shed the last vestiges of what they thought
was a life well served.
If only they could hear him now.