It was only to be expected, I guess. When I was young, I felt affronted by the prospect of death; as I age, death seems , while still frightening, increasingly natural.
Death’s Blue-Eyed Boy
My father was certain
What would happen.”Like snuffing out a candle,” he’d say.
“Like turning out all the lights in the world at once.”
I have a different take on death:
I think I’ll pass
Into an alternate universe
Where I’ll get another chance
To do it right.