Monday, May 22, 2017

Thinking of Death


I live my life like Death will pass me by.
   I plan like there will always be tomorrow.
Convinced that only other people die,
   I mourn their loss with mixed relief and sorrow.
Death is the tiger that I cannot see;
   The jungles of the day-to-day conceal it.
Death is the knife that’s always aimed at me;
   Like happiness, just other people feel it.
Life is the great rigged game Death plays with me,
   Making me think that I am in the clover.
I get the ball for years and score scot-free.
   Death only has to play once, and Game Over.
      I hold the key, but haven’t got a clue.
      I think of death, but never think it through.



Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells


2 comments:

Brett Busang said...

As always, you are incisive, witty, and unsparing.

seaglassinthemidst.com said...

Brilliant!! XO