Larry Gude
Strung Out
Today is the first day this year when I felt warmth in the air. Those nice couple of days we had a month or so ago don't count because the ground was still cold. Right now, there is warmth in the air, no bite in the breeze and the ground, while not warm, is soft and has that 'spring' feel to it so, this is it. And a thought blurted into my head; nice day to die.
Then, another thought; no, what a waste to die today.
Then, another thought; no, I mean after enjoying the day, at the end of it, to die while it is pleasant.
Then, another; No, I'd rather die when it is bitter so that it stops.
Then, another; No, bitter days make me eager for spring so, I'd hate to die before I got to feel that first warm day again.
Like today.
So, I really don't know that I have a preference. When it is bitter, I can see how that saps the last straw out of older folks, exhausted, constantly chilled so, on the off chance I make it to old age, I am back to square one, original thought; a nice day, the end of it, may be the way, the day, I wanna go.
So, what of it?
Then, another thought; no, what a waste to die today.
Then, another thought; no, I mean after enjoying the day, at the end of it, to die while it is pleasant.
Then, another; No, I'd rather die when it is bitter so that it stops.
Then, another; No, bitter days make me eager for spring so, I'd hate to die before I got to feel that first warm day again.
Like today.
So, I really don't know that I have a preference. When it is bitter, I can see how that saps the last straw out of older folks, exhausted, constantly chilled so, on the off chance I make it to old age, I am back to square one, original thought; a nice day, the end of it, may be the way, the day, I wanna go.
So, what of it?