– at the end of it all –

I imagine a beach…
sand under my feet…
with a can of raspberry-flavored
peaches in my hand.
It’s a breezy, bold mood…
not a moment too soon…
for the Judgment Day has come to
rid the world of man.
~
Let me pray I gave good show;
let me say I’m good to go,
while eating each and ev’ry
slice in my can. Then
tidal waves, great earthquakes,
or some fog take me away
at… the end of it
all.
~
I believe we don’t die;
we just transform in size
at… the end of it
all.
Staying here just won’t work,
not for this stagnant earth
at… the end of it
all. And if I
fall, I pray to have some
gall…
better late than never to
get my fate together.
So I’ll stand tall…
at the end of it
all.
~
~
D.J. Whisenant

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