NOTHING BETTER

What do you want?
What do you want to do?
The clock is ticking,
flicking second off as if
stuck to the fingers
on their precise hands.
Time is fleeting. It is
meeting your deadline before
your time is through.
Enjoy your life, real
or imagined. Planned
or unscripted, uplifted to
the heavens, an offering.
Speak the words you were meant
to say. Love the ones who mean
the most to your existence.
Do not put distance between
any (wo)man and yourself.
Love your (grand)children.
Give of your time, of yourself.
Celebrate your every day!
Do all you can to enhance your life.
And realize there’s nothing better!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Written to the Poetic Asides prompt #380: Nothing Better

 

I DIED

Here lies a man who always knew
what to say when it was needed,
never needing to define his words;
always wishing his words defined him.
Forever hoping to be read,
but eternally silent now.
He’s dead. ~ Walter J. Wojtanik – 2012 (My epitath!)

I died.
It was a slow and painful demise.
It would have been wise to go with the flow
and show I was more than an aromatic alligator
bag full of words. Even a herd of buffalo
would know it would hurt if allowed
to blurt out poetic words. It’s absurd!
Never thought I would swoon on the third
day of a 1974 June. My vision gone too soon.
But you may have guessed, I lied!
I don’t own an alligator bag!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #18 – Whole Cloth