With mortality on my aging mind
I lately wonder, dear one,
Which of us will be the first to go?
I wonder what should I do
If it’s you?
So much depends on the time and place
You leave the race
For the great beyond.
If I awake early some overcast morning
And stagger halfway to the kitchen
In desperate need of caffeine,
Then stop and return to our bedroom
For forgotten slippers,
Finding you breathless and cold,
Should I call 9-1-1 right away
In my sleepy state,
Or would it be wrong to have a cup of coffee,
Or two?
Would you object?
Would you?
~ Russ Allison Loar
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