DAY ONE? REASONING WITH MYSELF
Oh boy I've had enough,It's not as though.
My life's been rough,
I must say I don't feel that tough.
I have no theological reason for living,
No theological reason for dying.
Yet here I am like the rest of us,
Doing both at the same time.
I have no wish,
To study the mortality of who I am.
Then again I had only one aim in life,
Not sure if I hit it or missed it.
I found my way through life,
Death should be a lot easier.
You just have to remember,
To stop breathing.
Although with dementia,
I'll probably forget how to do that.
Sorry if I'm harping on,
Sometimes I think it's best,
Just to get it off my chest.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-05-06 at 01:16
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