Tuesday, February 12, 2013

POEM - A Good Day To . . .


It was my favorite line
In that movie we sort of watched
"Some days it is a good day to die.
Some days it is a good day to eat breakfast."

Some days are like that
You wake up in between
Can't decide if that pain is death
Or heartache, or depression
Or just a toy left in the bed
And you have to decide
Make the choice to give up the ghost
Or roll to the kitchen and make waffles

I think it is easier to die
Or at least be on the way to dying
It is a big effort to keep focused on living
Instead of turning around to the past
Becoming just one more pillar of salt

But the future has it all, man
I mean it has everything you could want
Hot breads in the morning
Dripping with salty butter
Smothered in sweetest maple syrup
Dusted with clouds of powdered sugar

Death will have to wait
Until waffles are extinct

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