It's O K
I thought him attractive; he was tall, blonde, and blue.
He was eighteen years old, and his schooling was through.
We spoke of the future, he said soon he would die.
Sadly shaken by the thought, I began to cry.
He said, "Life is good. I enjoy every day.
My life is about over. Don't worry. It's O.K."
Decades have passed, yet he was remembered today.
At some point, I'll be dieing. Don't worry. It's O.K.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2024
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