Quality, poem

To die in bed
at a hundred….

…is it better even
though you really never
lived?

sleeping behind a bush
in Balboa Park or
behind a bush
on University?

Is having never fought a battle good?

Pampered Princes talking Wall Street or
suburbanites being cool not serving
while waving the flag.

….is it better when you become
a cucumber
layin’ there
since you
were 62 only to die by 90,
and all you can do is poop?

I think about death constantly,
But only mindful of living.

I will walk
into the woods,
after I’m
done….