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
Deliriously.




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
2017-03-29


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.
2017-03-29