448 Against all hope May, 2012

Posted on March 11, 2016 by Ken Greenman

The last lie is the worst lie.
It’s the one I tell myself:
There is a place where Someone waits,
So my eyes close.
There is no pulse.
The in-out of air ceases.
I pass on
and on!
Shocked into the light,
somewhere,
where Death is
dead.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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