Damocles Sword
Into my death I’d delve before I go,
Not out of curiosity per se,
Where, why and how I sure would like to know
To steal a slim chance to cheat my doomsday.
I’d leave off nasty habits, give or take,
I’d drink 8 cups, eat oatmeal, exercise,
I’d say bye to booze but for liver’s sake,
I’d go early to bed, early to rise.
I’d nurture and sustain my mental health,
I’d bury anger issues far aside,
I’d donate generously of my wealth,
By virtues’ pristine mandates I’d abide.
I’d avoid all traffic and derailed trains,
I’d let the crowded cruises go with ease,
I’d pass on risky, defective airplanes,
Goodbye exotic beaches and palm trees.
I’d much rather live hazard free and gay,
All healthy in one piece, body and mind,
I’d laugh in the face of fate if I may -
But from bland boredom most likely I’d die!
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Margarita Lillico
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