The right way to live
From the jaws of death
I emerge, the frail old man
To become the playhouse
Of diseases and discomfort
To retire into the life of
Endless leisure and solitude
To enter the hectic days in the rat race
Office politics, spousal conflicts
And the insanity of
Dealing with teenager kids
To fall prey
To the magic of love
Wet kisses and warm bear hugs
To bear the days of home works,
Tests, parties and making it out
To enter the pre-teenager days
Of roller skates, baggy pants
Cartoons and plays and more plays
To enjoy the birth days, red balloons
To experience
For the first time on the bicycle
learning to talk for the first time
To the faltering steps of
Learning to walk for the first time
to enjoy the first smile
and the first look at the world
To greet the world with the first cry
To return to the sojourn to the womb
With no worries, no tests,
No problem but sere solitude
To experience the glories of union
Of a man and woman
To reach the nirvana
In la petit mort.
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February 19, 2000
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