To Write; To Die; To Eat....... [thoughts While Lookiing At A Blue Sky; Personal; Pretty Short] - Poem by Bri Edwards
Looking up from the couch......at the blue California sky,
thoughts have swung from what to write, to how much to eat, to....the time to die.
If I had my way I’d take a walk, but I’m sidelined by my “bad back”.
For now I’ll write this, put death on hold, and then perhaps eat pie,
.....or cake, or ice cream, or cereal,......or nuts, or even fruit.
And when I die I hope to be not-buried; I’ll have no need for a suit.
I only need to write a few more lines; I’m writing like a hack,
and if you don’t appreciate the result, you can give this poem the boot!
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