I amble through the meadow and I think, <br />'It is a good day for dying.' <br />Words are very <br />Unnecessary <br />When the meridian moon is crying. <br /> <br />Maybe I can say goodbye <br />But long goodbyes were never very <br />Necessary, <br />So me and the boys played cards, <br />Drinking merry. <br /> <br />When you are dying, <br />Petty trivia <br />Is just a bug in the wheat. <br />But the sun was shining <br />And the weather was sweet. <br /> <br />I breathed in that warm, <br />Sweet breeze <br />That sway the pendulums <br />Of the ocean clock <br />Ere the end-shore. <br />I treated myself to a long walk <br />Between cedar trees <br />Along a dusty trail <br />To the old dock, <br />That beckoned me so many days before. <br /> <br />The seaside town <br />Had salsa sirens blowing kisses <br />From lipsticked mouths, <br />The twilight liked <br />How I carried out myself <br />Away from all doubts. <br /> <br />And I was no longer the playing cards <br />Of my lawyer drone. <br />The whole city was there for me <br />And me alone. <br />The whole world threw a celebration <br />For me in the sky <br />With hisses of Wowzee wow wow <br />In blue spiders way up high. <br /> <br />Then I turned down the volume <br />And enjoyed the silence. <br />I feel like the ghost of a total stranger's past, <br />Now knowing what it feels like <br />To treat a day as my last.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-last-day-in-paradise/
