Dying

When it's my time I want to know: what it feels like There are opportunities for second chances, but this isn't one. I want to know what it was like, before the morphine drip, dripping And the rockabye easing out I woke up in the world screaming What is it like to end?

frost bitten

You'll be kind and never lose your temper and no one will misunderstand your jokes. You'll wake up early and listen to the mourning dove sing     dooo dooo               do-do-do low-high calling the new day good. You'll always have spare change for the panhandler at his median … Continue reading frost bitten