Pinball

This is close, but I figured out 

the last days of my life.

It’s random as my mind

will be when I go through

the death experience, which 

we all will, but, this is just

a preamble…like when you 

pull the pin back and let it go.

OK…Go! the last days of my

life…this is what I have to do…

this poem is a pinball game….

….

OK…pinball..here goes…

it’s like music, poetry, the life

that caroms off the banks of

what you go through each day…

…and sometimes there are years

before you realize what you 

bounced off .   It’s a game…it’s

clown like…it’s you in your most

embarrassing moment…and, like

pinball, it keeps going on... if you’ve

got the change....free game.