Mortality

The curtain is falling

On my eyes

Little by little

So said the optometrist;

But I knew it all along

That some day

The curtain will start to fall.

In the end

How many sights can one take in

And what can one make of them

Unless some theory comes to your aid

But as theories go

There is no telling

Which is right, which is wrong;

One is kind of glad

When the curtain starts to fall.