The Procrastinator
"In twenty years, I guess, I could be dead;
I could survive for longer though,' he said,
'but then again, I may have little time -
it's been so long since I was in my prime.
The sands of time perhaps are running low -
I find it hard that I don't really know,
because I'd take a cruise or rob a bank,
or maybe swim with sharks inside a tank
with knowledge that my life was running out.
I'd want to leave this planet with a shout!
Tomorrow is the day I dread and fear;
I shouldn't fret as I may not be here.
However long my time on earth will be -"
He gasped and died, and spoke no more to me...
for Janice's Couplet contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2021
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