A Poem-More or Less

I checked the time

Analog and digital

Its time for a rhyme

But not lyrical or mystical

 

Feelin’ like a poetry slam

Pound it out hard

You can call me ma’am

Just don’t let down your guard

 

I always start slow

Then speed up multiplied 

My words hit blow by blow

True and genuine, bonafide

 

Let’s talk or not

I’m ready to slug it out.

Death show me what you got

I’m fighting my own doubt.

Death will take us all. We can go kicking and screaming or yielding quietly. What do you need books on death and dying for? Certainly not how-to books to conquer death, more like how to live as you are dying. I want to beat up Death, scream you can’t have my sister!  I need to believe that Death is not cruel and is simply following the rules of nature and of the universe. I will never understand, but I know that fighting Death is a waste of my precious time.

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