my superego

the price to be paid?

at the heart of my psyche

I fear the bill coming due,

I sense the price that must be paid

for everything that goes right,

the belly weight that must come after the dessert,

the work that must come after the play,

the comeuppance that must come after too much going right,

I wonder if when death comes a-knockin’

I will ask, “What took you so long?”

by Henry H. Walker

October 13, ’13