Used To Worry That

Used to worry that 

I'd reach a point in my life

Watching the sunset in a little chair 

in someone else's back garden

shoulders draped by a cardigan, 

Looking back on everything

And seeing nothing.

Used to worry that

I'd lie and breathe my last

Looking back at a life unfulfilled

Through a melancholic glass

In someone else's sterile bed

Thoughts shutting down in my head

Then feel nothing.

Used to worry that

They'd shovel that soil on me

Wind howling with no one to watch

While my sorry ghost was carried off 

In the swirling winter leaves.

I used to think about that.

But I don't now.