Abed

Lying in bed where I spend most of my time

anymore…it’s easier on my body and its 

limitations due to old age…I’m lucky I have

a bed to be in, a pot to piss in, just the necessities.

The risks I took in life, I’m fortunate to not be

dead in a ditch by the side of the road, carrion

for crows…could still happen…I’m a boomer

running out of ammunition.

That’s not very interesting to read, but the truth

is usually mundane, boring, same old same old…

same old end of a life that looks like all the rest

of them,  in rocking chairs if lucky, in nursing homes

if not so. 

I’d like to go out with a bang, not a whimper, but

suicide is not, as yet, the correct option.

I might still write something that affects in a 

splendid way, although, at this point, I’m

starting to feel like an hundred monkeys hoping

for the best.

We all have to make our choices…I made mine.

Uncertainty is the only thing I’m sure of.

I could go on, but you get the idea.