HOW WILL I KNOW IF I’M DEAD?
I no longer see or hear too well,
and my creaky old bones can barely move,
and who is that creepy old guy in the mirror
who seems to be making funny faces at me?
My heart should be stopping any day now
since it must be grinding to a halt like my
grandfather’s clock died a few days ago.
Visitors keep asking the name of my favorite
creation and all I can say is I’m hard at work on
my most memorable poem which I hope will
be the next one I get published and I can die
with a smile on my face.