Dry Bones

Dry bones dancing
clickety-clack
full moon howls
don’t turn back

Adolescent dare
sleep in the graveyard
until dawn
ghosts flitting
like fireflies
among grave stones
’twas the longest
night the lad ever had

An old man now
he smiles at the memory
knowing all too soon
he will again sleep
in the graveyard
but this time as a resident
not a guest

But he no longer
trembles nor needs
a dare, he accepts
the fact that
he’ll soon be there

A good life he had
now its almost time
to lie in his final bed