Death is seductive.
Life is reductive.
To the earth,
to the soil,
we will return.
But
I’m too old to die young.
Too far gone
for the black tie,
the graveyard moan.
Too plain
to deny it’s after me.
It’s going to get me.
But smart enough
to know
Live right now.
Crack a smile.
And yell
I am alive.
(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
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