UNDER THE AEGIS OF LACHESIS

Passing the median of mortal days I have left
Fate will not change from my fierce protests or resistance

Under the aegis of Lachesis 
As she counts my future seasons
Finite is my time's allotment 
From the coil of my life's filament

Striving to bring value in this bleak existence
I try to write, organize, and generate things of substance
In this grim routine, as we wait for the vaccine
I have been morose and arcane, obscure -- I feel I am failing

Lachesis' measure spans more than this past year
It is more than just how long I'll live, but I'll decide my destiny

It's not me who will decide
When I'll cross that great divide
Sliding down that grueling slope
Comfort found in trusting hope

Under the aegis of Lachesis 
As she counts my future seasons
Finite is my time's allotment 
From the coil of my life's filament  

--January 2021, Ash Hall