At the End

When, out of nowhere, here it came,
I hardly thought to fight its claim;
(Although I live within this frame)
Until its passage made me lame.

I'll always wonder; if I'd tried
To fight (not been so horrified)
Could I, perhaps, have turned the tide
Against my foe, and not just cried?

We like to think of fate as foe,
Not always seeing life's dark flow:
But foe, or fate, or dark death's glow,
We fear it as no man's best blow.