754 Only 731,000,000 seconds left, rounding up. 3-17-18

At 7:23 A.M.
when my eyes creak open
to a window full of bright blue
Carolina sky,
then droop-doze-close,
to pop open to
gray clouds and drizzle
and my bed-side death-reminder
tock-ticks its admonition:

“Ken!
Get up!
It’s 10:36 A.M.!
One eighth of this day
passed in a blink.
That fraction of the mere score
of years left to you
wasted in a snore,
like gold doubloons
buried on a beach-waved-shore!”

I think,
“I’d best sleep no more,
till the Reapers scythe
has lain me down,
a sheaf of grain
in green pastures,
besides still waters.
Then, time enough to sleep,
but, not before.”

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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