Poem: Thinking about Dying
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Your poem says so much, Jenanita. Thank you. Since I became an ‘octo’ and glimpsed the Grim Reaper sharpening his scythe…my pleasures are manifold…Gratefulness and awareness have always been part of me (I had good parents!) but thankfulness has swelled to balloon size. My food tastes better; flowers more colourful, I bow daily to all Mother Nature’s bounties. I am on a small pension, but rich compared to a large proportion of the world’s populace. Being a writer, I sometimes feel I have the whole world inside me to wonder at… My pleasures are simplified:daylight more precious than artificial…l wouldn’t thank you for a glass of champagne ( each to his own…) but admit to being a hedonist as I still crave my daily fix of dark chocolate. Yum! Top of the list though, there is nothing quite like good health, friends and family and having the ability to love and appreciate it all. Hugs. x
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Not my poem, Joy, but I loved it too…
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