I’m not sure. That I want to be prepared to die. Maybe I’d rather just let it happen. Unexpectedly.
Without warning. Just maybe. It would be
a waste of time. Getting prepared. I’d have to decide whether it should be a
happy or sad event. I know. That I wasn’t prepared to be born. And it seems to
have worked out. Really, no preparation was necessary. Though I didn’t have a choice in the matter.
Life and death. Just happens. --Jim Broede
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