His Last Days
To his doctor he said gloomily:
My end days are always ahead of me.
Puzzled, the doctor said: “That’s true
of all of us, I suppose, but why are you
so pessimistic, and if you don’t mind
my asking, how can you be so inclined
to so dark and negative a certainty,
given that your annual just recently
had you healthy and in tiptop condition.
Why now this gloomy admission?
Your outlook, doc, I’d never have believed.”
So calmly the man began explaining:
my end days, you see, began counting
at the very moment I was conceived.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2021
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