Looked at obituary of woman I once conversed with about Greek literature.
Then thought about my obituary.
Decided to publish and get over with.
He once was. Now,
No more. Nothing
Much to think about
Being dead. Who
Knows. That's it.
I'm surprised daily to wake up and return to sleep. I don't know what the fuss is. Some time soon the pattern will interrupt.
And that will be it.
Whatever 'it' is.