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A Tear and a Smile
The Friday before I died,
I listened to some Beethoven,
sent a letter to my ex and cleaned the garage.
It rained that night.
Two hours before I died, I played with my dog, sent a check to St Jude, and watched the news.
When I died tonight, I thought about my life and smiled.
I listened to some Beethoven,
sent a letter to my ex and cleaned the garage.
It rained that night.
Two hours before I died, I played with my dog, sent a check to St Jude, and watched the news.
When I died tonight, I thought about my life and smiled.
Published 23rd Nov 2019
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Anonymous
28th Jun 2020 1:08am
I like that this captured a moment before something devastating, and that’s always a skill I’ve really admired when reading other poetry. The short concise nature really works really well here as it feels like a snapshot.
Thank you for sharing.
-M
Thank you for sharing.
-M
14th Sep 2020 3:21pm
Your words prove I have meaning. I have breath. I have today. Thank you friend
6th Dec 2020 2:22pm
A few days after writing this poem I was diagnosed with incurable lung cancer. How’s that for irony? Had no idea.
