Friday, August 24, 2012

4. An urn by another name

They call it heaven
Do what you want
When you want
How you want
If you want
I call it hell
No purpose
No reason
Save one
To have fun
You 've earned it
I'm told
You're old
Have fun
Not me, Bud
Death comes soon enough
Why rush into its sticky embrace
By becoming a shelf ornament
Or an urn by another name
I fancy myself as Alice's white rabbit
Where shall I begin
I shall begin at the beginning of each new day
For as long as there are days for me

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