On My Eventual Death…
I
Scientists say
our sun will burn out
in five billion years;
all life on earth
that ever was,
gone.
With this in mind
it is my policy to not make
long term plans or
worry too much
about my
legacy.
II
Knowing my family’s history
of heart failure, I ask my wife
If I die young, and you remarry,
which I would understand, would
you agree to be buried next to me?
I hope you have a happy life
with the new guy; but I couldn’t
imagine spending eternity under
the ground without you.
She is, of course, horrified
but she agrees
which comforts me.
Rick Lupert is a spoken word artist, poet, and author. www.poetrysuperhighway.com
