Thursday, June 4, 2020

The Moment


We all go down
Some with a whimper
Some with a rage
Some with a purpose
Some so afraid

For some it is a competition to the very end. 
Who dies last,
who dies best, 
who is the world’s most interesting man.

We plan and we scheme, 
and we scurry about
like fiddler crabs on a mud flat
in the Georgia heat

Trying to stay
Trying to win
How will I go?
Hard tellin, not knowin, Ski.

It really doesn’t matter, but if I had my druthers,
With dignity
With grace
In comfort
And all my affairs in order.

THAT'S not going to happen.
So get over it.
And cherish the moment,
Cause that’s all you get.

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