Shuffling Off

I'm a bit delirious, a consequence
Of lack of air, a consequence of
My failing heart, a consequence,
In turn, of too much alcohol, and
Cigarettes. I guess that I should
Have looked after myself, and I
Thought that I had. I walked
And swam. I climbed up stairs
And mowed the lawn. It's not
Like I sat on the couch and ate
Cake. If I had, I suppose I'd have
Turned out the same. My genes
Are to blame for my stroll toward
The grave, which I make in good
Spirits. I've had a good life, and,
Now, as I leave it, I do so

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-29 at 16:12

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
as far as you keep your sense of humor, you may stay with us

Louise 55 The PoetBay support member heart!
Before you shuffle of. Give some more poetry. It will keep your spirit alive. Thank you for this poem I think it is courageously written. Namaste.