Do you ever think about the day you'll die?
I tend not to, but with tumours growing hideously now, and the metastasis in my leg making me unsteady on my feet (and causing bad falls), I guess I have to think about it.
In my own way.
A day of scarlet thunder
tearing through the sky.
A day of awe and wonder,
the day I am to die.
Should I treat this with respect,
or take it as a joke?
I don't know what I might expect
so I'll pour a rum-and-coke
and then light up a big cigar,
dropping ashes on the floor,
and sit where the wild things are,
my eyes upon the door,
with my Tommy 'cross my knees
to ensure the Reaper does say 'please'.
I'm so grateful to all of you who visit and comment. You make this life worthwhile.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is STILL. Kind of appropriate.
Perhaps it may not be a crime
against God's Holy Will,
that with all my heart I wish my time
would just stop, and stand still.
Sometimes I hate the run of days
that hurt worse than before,
and while I know that I must praise
I see that open door
behind which I believe and know
that paradise awaits,
but I do not yet want to go
through those Pearly Gates,
for even now, with this much pain,
I love this life, and would remain.
OK, five minutes thirty seconds...on my phone. I'll take it!
Music via link from the Marshall Tucker Band, with 'Heard It In A Love Song'. Why not?
From Sylvia's point of view, love songs should be written about ice cream.