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“Squander your life for a purpose.” - My epitaph
I shouldn’t be here.
All the glass I’ve ate
All the buildings I’ve fallen off
car wrecks and
bar fights and
much worse
I don’t remember.
It’s a bloody miracle.
Science has no answers.
The doctors are clueless.
The gods have given up on me.
The police throw their arms up in the air.
I’m still here.
And now
going forward
each day a jackpot,
a fresh start
icing on the cake,
a new day
I shouldn’t have
but do.
So glad the pressure’s off.
So glad the hammock awaits.
I think I’ll just swing here
waiting for another poem
and a flicker of life to emerge
to tell me what’s next.
It’s been one helluva ride.
I wonder about the next one.
ate?
Shine on you crazy diamond :-)