Today I hurt my lungs by breathing too much dust.
My heart is happy now to have a pal in pain.
I’m eating almonds on the subway,
trying to remember why they’re good
for you. I think, like onions, they clean
your blood; that’s awfully nice of them.
The human body is a crusty customer,
a persnickety old coot that’s
crotchety to boot. Being a body
ain’t always a hoot, especially when
you know you’re going to croak
(laugh if you like–it’s not a joke).
The one thing I do like about death,
though, besides its hilarious hairstyle,
is that it happens to everyone.
“No matter how we struggle and strive,
we’ll never get out of this world alive.”*
It teaches us how to be quiet for once
how to settle down for awhile
how to grow
*That’s a paraphrase of Hank Williams, although the thought was initially triggered by Jim Morrison of the Doors’ line:
“No one here gets out alive.” Needless to say, both men went on to prove this fact, at least in terms of their own individual incarnations.