At the edge of life,
when you have learned your lessons
and are willing to share them
with those who will listen
and with, well, some who do not,
sometimes, just to hear your own story again
you speak, a hint of smirk on your face,
cause you know what they are in for
and though it's not the strangest,
most wonderful thing ever,
it's pretty close.

The shovels leaning against the shed
hint at many stories, but tell
just the one of losing
their delicate balance
while trying to work the beds
too long after dark.