DEATH IS TOO BORING (1)

"Why keep fighting to breathe to live?"  
Young girl ask the old man.  
He been laying on this bed for five years now  
each dawn he get more frail  
smaller  
the pain intensifies...  
But his eyes remains as clear as the azure skies.  
He motions his great granddaughter to draw the curtains  
slowly  
half a step a time  
he make his way to the window and push them wide  
"Princess" He calls her  
"I have lived more decades than i bargained for.  
I have seen wars and birth of nations  
Cradle of Civilization and discovery of technology  
and this thing going around,revolution you call,i have bore witness to."  
His shaky hand reach for the cuppa on the table  
after two three mellow sips he continuous.  
"I have loved and been adored  
Cherished as i have been treasured  
hurt as much as i have been harmed  
rejected as much as i been dejected  
judged as much as i have been mis-quoted...  
I have tasted and own world's most exotic flavors  
I have taken risks and build empires that will live more than any of you  
I have caved a name that your generations will forever ride on  
I have walked in the wilderness and a left a trail where others will follow..."  
"I have done,experienced,seen and have it all."  
He clench his toothless jaw that runs a crease on his face  
"Your mother think i have lived too long."He laments  
And to you my little dove, am another burden.  
You are all eager to see me gone  
you pray my lungs will fail me anytime soon."  
He spits on the ground,then shoot the young lady a disgusting look  
"Why i keep living?i keep breathing?i keep fighting?  
I have but a phrase for an answer."  
"DEATH IS TOO BORING."  
Haha!  
He lets out a mean laugh that echoes down the hallway  
followed by a long rough dry cough  
"Not to-today Mr.Death,not today."  
He sit back and continue to enjoy the ambrosia.  
He has seen another spring,  
he awaits the summer,the fall and the winter after that!  
   
In Grandpa's words  
i find a lesson i shall forever keep.  
To fight the hollows of each night for a new day  
to make each breath count while i still have my being  
and to keep on keeping on living.  
Because somewhere down the horizon
in the dark shadows of the sun
death lurks.  
And like grandpa says  
DEATH IS TOO BORING!