What's left?

Across a moat that's filled with crocodiles
I take a step or two or three
Balancing with my pink umbrella
On a tightrope tied to a tree.

In an act that is death defying
I pirouette 'round with a smile
This may be my very last encore
So I think I should go out in style.

What sounded so easy in theory
Became more of an uphill climb
And whether I retreat or go forward
It seems I have run out of time.

The crocodiles are eyeing me hungrily
And the rope has begun to untie
My mind has been lost in the sunset,
So what's left, but to bid you "good-bye"?

Caren E. Salas

Just silly, okay, a little morbid, inspired by my recent trip to the big D.
Photo: the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland.