Musing immortal

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Who wants to be immortal?
Night after night
of Chef Boy-ar-de meat Ravioli
How much Guinness can a man drink
I think it may be over-rated

Once your appetite is sated
for perfume and flowers
and blue skies and birds
they become mundane reminders
of a life and death cycle
which carries no meaning

If you’re unpopular
Endless nights of solitaire
on the computer
Smoking cigarettes
Without care or concern of lung cancer
But maybe a smoker’s cough

The endless parade of people
Smiling or suffering
Passing by with fears and hope
you have no way of comprehending
spending your time observing

Even music after an eternity
must become just an arrangement
of the same old notes
beating rhythms somehow familiar
unmoving and tiresome

What do you hold on to
Everything eventually passes into decay
Possessions, family, lovers
Just one more thing to lose
To mourn
So why bother

No
I doubt its all its cracked up to be
And still

I’d like to have a little more time

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DanaQtDanaQtover 19 years ago
Great ending :-)

If you’re unpopular- a loner.

Endless nights of solitaire- endless nights writing.

on the computer- damn those addicting things!

Smoking cigarettes- 2 packs a day.

Without care or concern of lung cancer- but but, I do.

But maybe a smoker’s cough- damn cough keeps me up.

Shoot me now!

AngelineAngelineover 19 years ago
A Five From Me, Too

and like Tess, I'm glad you ended this hopefully. It's very observant and insightful--but stay away from the Chef Boyardee--it's full of preservatives. :D

AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
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Enjoyed this somewhat cynical write with real life images and I like how you ended on positive note.

AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
So glad.....

....you end on a hopeful note. Look up, there IS still time.

I hope you're feeling better now. :-)

PS a five.

Maria2394Maria2394over 19 years ago
how dare you!!!

give up on hope and birds and color and all that wonderful stuff!! somehow this is sort of Poe-esque in its initial feeling, despondant, hopeless, I like the ending, very good :)

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