622 Musing on dying 9-10-16 (see 580 for key word search)

Someday,
as far as I can tell,
all of us are
going to die.
Though not before our time.
No one dies before their time.
But, for most, before we want to.
Of course, there are those,
who, for sickness or sadness,
would rather not wait.
But I would hate
to rush it.
My five tethers,
as I call them:
my wife;
my life with her;
good work;
and its rewards;
the waiting Fathers patient smile,
these are enough to enliven me.
So, I’d rather stay a while.
(Even longer than I’m supposed to).
But that, no one gets to do.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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