The thought fell upon me,
while walking on midnight’s path:
my body is withering,
and it will not last.
My perspective of life—flipped upside down.
Smiles, from this life of joy, are now frowns
Making it known, I may no longer be.
on wobbly knees.
The creaky bed, I now lie;
needles upon needles, make home in my arm.
Surely soon, my body will die.
For it is my body, causing me harm.
Those closest; they decide to stay.
Asking, if I had one wish, what would I say?
“What would I say?” I pause and give it some thought.
“Well, I’d watch golf on TV.
With y’all sittin’ here bothering me.”
Time has passed; my body brand new.
I watch golf on TV, while smiling