Mike Hauser Poet Rhyme

Chances Are

I try not to give it much thought
But chances are soon enough one of us will be gone
And probably not the same time
Funny how people are selfish when it comes to dying

Where mostly we go it alone
Most often without even knowing
Spending each day on the edge of the cliff
Waiting till we step off of it

Is it that we're afraid of goodbyes
Not wanting to spend too much time
Leaving the awkwardness of it
On the backs of the living who are better equipped

And when we arrive on that fateful day 
I hope I'm the first to go out with a bang
I couldn't imagine being left behind
It wouldn't be life without you by my side

So do me this one small favor
Please stick around till I'm no longer here
I try not to give it much thought
But chances are soon enough one of us will be gone

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Caren Krutsinger March 12, 2018 at 10:43 AM Spending each day on the edge of the cliff. There is so much truth in this, and I like that you want to go out with a bang.

Cheryl Hoffman March 11, 2018 at 8:10 PM Realistically poignant and charming write Mike!~Che :)

Line Gauthier March 11, 2018 at 3:04 PM Charming poem and on point. Love it, Mike.

Laura Leiser March 11, 2018 at 1:35 PM This is both sad and poignant, and beautiful at the same time. Each day is truly a gift as we will all face death’s reality, though we know not when. Thanks for sharing, Mike. :)