Contented

If this were my
last day on earth
then it would be
my bittersweet.
One more sunrise.
One more sunset.
The full moon.
And then nothing.
Bittersweet.
Tomorrow.
When someone puts
a shell found on
a beach to their ear.
They hear not the ocean.
But my bittersweet
sighing. Contented.
If this were my last
day on earth.
I would head east.
Chasing the sun,
cheating time.
All man can do
is stare death in
the eyes and laugh.
And laugh bittersweet
I would. Contented.

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