In the twilight of my years
I saw the light quite differently.
I saw the glory
Second by second,
Moment by moment
And drank deeply of life's
Sweet draught before the cup was spilled.

No fawning adulation was my prize
No gift, no name in lights
No contradictions of myself.
But some vision of completion kept me there
On the moment's dusty road,
Sweaty and out of breath
And slightly overweight
As I stumbled towards
The end, and
Reaching for the truth
As only I could know it.

The silence was fine.
No choirs of angels
No deathbed glory
Just a gentle shift
Into another world.
Or so I dreamed
Before the cup was filled.