This morning, I want to die. But I'll live.
Death will come for me anyway;
I've no need to rush things along.
Perhaps when he comes, there'll be time
to invite him in for a last cup of tea—
Lapsang Souchang, mint, a squirt of lime,
and honey, I think—and a couple of laughs
before we go. I need him to show me
if there's anything beyond my life's door
besides my yard and brick-a-brack I leave behind.
Meanwhile, I won't wait.
My last drink, Hmmm...
I think a nice rum and pepsi extra on the rum.
Or perhaps a nice glass of Jack Danials.
Either way I figure it must be liqure over tea.
With liqure you get a little numb before the offing.
For me, it would be a cup of green tea, catnip, a squirt of whiskey and a dram of Canadian clover honey some Monks I know use to make mead, and you and me, Shea, would have a couple of laughs talking about your grandmother taking a train and inside Phillis Wheatley...Happy Holidays...I cherish you...
Interesting view indeed, makes me envision the grim reaper at the door knocking...my prayer is that when death comes my way I will leave nothing undone, and have continued to run my race on earth with the faith and the spirit that will take me to my eternal home, heaven. Great write and an interesting as well as creative way of looking at death. Enjoyed!
Blessings and Merry Christmas,
Joyce Bowling
I wonder what folklore made death a "he"? And I am certain that death shows no one any mercy, contrived sociability, or anything else for that matter. Just the seperation of spirit and flesh.
Interesting premise here, inviting death in for a cup of tea before departing. Providing that whatever death looks like was not too horrific, I might allow it to taste the edge of my Kukri in one last swipe before I was taken.
When two men hit the reset button and decide to go out looking for the good in the world, they not only find it but also a lot more.
P.S. The title is listed on Amazon under Look for Something Good by Robert Drews (not by Robert H. Drews)
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I think a nice rum and pepsi extra on the rum.
Or perhaps a nice glass of Jack Danials.
Either way I figure it must be liqure over tea.
With liqure you get a little numb before the offing.
Great Read!
It feels like an aircraft on clouds of indecision soaring to reach ontological definitions and teleologic stand by winds...
In all ways I enjoyed the reading of "Anyway".
Long healthy life, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Warmly,
Sage
Blessings and Merry Christmas,
Joyce Bowling
Interesting premise here, inviting death in for a cup of tea before departing. Providing that whatever death looks like was not too horrific, I might allow it to taste the edge of my Kukri in one last swipe before I was taken.
I enjoyed the reading of "ANYWAY"
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg