Life vs Death

Nothing in my life has
prepared me for the end.
I remember a bad fall
I had a few years ago.

As I was plummeting down,
I thought, now is when
my life should flash before
my eyes, but it didn’t.

As luck would have it,
I crashed into the corner
of a bench on the porch,
requiring 19 tiny stitches

above my eyebrow.
I’m here still,
none the wiser
for the experience.

I definitely remember
that I wasn't afraid;
I know I felt calm and
peaceful, thinking with
 
more than a little surprise,
So this is how it ends.
It’s been a really
a good run.

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