Dodging bullets, readin' the comics
I thought I might have seen
my last sunrise
Held my last great-grandkid
Smelled my last Rose
Truly great home-made repast
Just might have parsed out
My last bit
Of prose
Felt the squeeze on my chest
And wandered idly
“would this night
Be my last?“
This balloon ‘neath my breast?
Would my future become
Only now,
My past?
“whatever will be,
Will be
And from my bed
arose
Would not be
Be put to rest
Might just as well
Die awake
I suppose
A hot cup of tea
And the pressure
Slowly evaporated
Away
with a bittersweet grin
I’d live yet to read
The comics
Another day.
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From the Heart
Dear David,
I'm so very glad to read that your chest pain went away. I know the feeling. It's one of the reasons I gave up teaching, and chose a less stressful way of life. I also have to lose some weight I'm afraid. I'd often heard that aspirin will thin the blood and relieve heart pain, and so I try to take two aspirin on a regular basis - I'm happy that it worked for you in this case. To put all this into a well written poem though is a sign of a true poet - well done. Take care and best wishes. Regards,
Chris
Thanks Chris...
David o Whalen But it'll come again for real
and I couldn't care less
for I'll finally be able
to get some rest.
Appreciate ya'