I can see by the way the fish in my aquarium
is swimming erratically, he’s dying.
I saw a politician at a congressional hearing,
and I could tell he was dying.
His appearance had death written all over it,
his trembling voice was like a trembling death knell.
So far, I can tell that despite my 80 years of life,
I’m not as close to dying as the fish and the politician.
But with the days flying by and my body wearing down,
surrepticouslly and slowly, the days is coming
when I’ll be joining the fish and the politician
in the afterlife, a mysterious spirit world or the cold ground.
Bob Boyd