This year was very dark
I looked death in the eye
I had a problem with my heart
Different drugs they would try
They were afraid
A shock I would need
For two whole days
Me they would not feed
As hungrily I lay there
It gave me time to think
About the things for which I care
and about the things that stink
What is important in one’s life
The deeds that make it good
To do the things that make it nice
Like I know I should
I had no magic moments
There were no future visions
No human enlightenment
No experience of religion
I reflected on mortality
That no matter what I try
I realize that the reality
Is that one day I will die
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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