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