A Deathly Musing...

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100 Words


A hundred words to talk of death?
At once too much and not enough.
My plans beyond that final breath
are currently a little rough.

The dying thing comes on so slow:
reluctance to get out of bed
is magnified each day and so 
transmuted into dead.

I dream of dying all alone,
nobody there to watch me pass
nothing remains for me to own,
no breath remains to fog the glass.

And when I do put down my pen
my memories will fly like birds.
When I am done, when I am dead,
and finished with my hundred words.


By Neil Gaiman  (Who has a website and stuff: http://neverwear.net/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=31 )


How very poignant is the above.
I thank you.
Jules