The oxygen of hope expires
I shudder
And my past breath
fades from the mirror,
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Thank God for your notes, Tom. You had me scared to death. Your poem is full of life. I like it. A lot!
you know someone said I was immortal or was it immoral! No, I seem to carry on despite my smoking habit. It does help my concentration when I'm writing, so I risk the trade off. So far so good!
Death loses its arrogant grip on you as you pass into new life, your serene insights and courage fully intact for a ride into the unknown - these compact lines are loaded with intriguing substance!
Thanks, Crayon. As I told you it did appear fairly quickly on New poems. I did go to the Doctor's today and was given a clean bill of health. Mind you my pulse rate was a little higher than normal. But the nurse holding my hand was very attractive! She might just qualify for tonight's fantasy!
Good going! - your enhanced adrenaline flow while being cared for by the nurse might have been the greatest sign of your ongoing vigor ;)