time to pine

i just prayed to know my twilight years.
before then,
i am asked to walk along 
the spaded path of the sincere.  
i must reduce myself,
i must rebuke myself.
filleted tableside.
to keep it short,
i'll spend it all.
in this centennial, i am to overcome.
be a base. be a thought. be a noun.
note the sound when 
the jester drowns.
poor fool, was still 
chasing the conclusion.
not relying on another movement. 
distributed the cross i bore.

this next part i read aloud-

it’s just another hill to climb.
i have the time to pine.
mockingbirds visit freshly foraged vines.
dependent on winter to bring the 
signs.
hesitate. bat an eye.
hair unkept, outfit laid, & a light exercise.
only right they cut my line.