It was destined to end someday
so why not bow out now, gracefully,
close enough to the top of your game
to remember what it was like? It was
after all, a lot like life--good at times,
better at others, often disappointing,
on all-to-rare occasions, unforgettable . . .
from Michael Blumenthal's new collection, NO HURRY, POEMS 2000-2012 published by Etruscan Press