Life and Death (day 18)

two-fer tuesday


Life

 

To think
it all started
with some
little specks
bounding
for one another
with no thought
of the consequences.

Would you
go back if
you could and
stop them
from bumping
before it’s
too late and
we blow it all?


Death

 

When I die do as you please,

throw my ashes to the breeze,

plant a tree, dress all in black

gorge on pancakes, eat a stack,

drink your fill, stay out all night,

I’ll be too dead to give a shite.

 

What do you think?

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