The novelist P. D. James, when asked,
on the occasion of her ninetieth birthday,
if she would write another murder mystery,
said that she might, but might not,
because she hated the idea of dying
in the middle of a book, because
“someone else would finish it,
and it’d be awful.”
A poet, particularly one much less skilled
than James, more inclined to brevity,
and well shy of ninety, has, perhaps,
less reason for worry, but still,
I know exactly what she means.
People are always trying to finish
my sentences for me when I speak,
and most of them can’t even
get that right.
I’ll probably write a few more poems,
but maybe it would be best not to attempt
Note: James was quoted in The Guardian.
T. Allen Culpepper