Bed Time

Bed Time I should have gone to bed by now it I late But when head touches pillow in the dark bedroom I think of death Not fear, but the feeling of helplessness, not an iota I have done in my life has made the slightest Difference I have not given the world a thing of value. I remember Liv Ullmann we were both seventeen I danced with her but could feel I was in the presence of talent and she became successful she is a someone. She tells the newspaper in an interview she hopes to die in Norway, a rather disappointing uttering when you are dead it doesn’t matter where. She will make the headlines have her obituary written and there will be sorrow, but in the end, we will both be equally dead.