Gray heads and bright eyes face me, waiting,
expecting…what? It is ever this unknown that sends a chill
shivering through my blood.
I face them and begin.
Will it be what they want, what they need
at this moment of their/our lives, this split second of all the time
that has and will pass before they/we close our ears to the last sounds
we will hear in this vale of laughter and tears?
Will I know that this was right, this was enough,
or will I walk away still with the chill in my veins?