As Sure As God Made Little Green Apples
Whether one is rich or poor
or somewhere in-between ..
For those, that do grow old
there is a mighty difference,
between those of us waiting
and those of us wanting to die ..
As Sure As God Made Little Green Apples
Whether one is rich or poor
or somewhere in-between ..
For those, that do grow old
there is a mighty difference,
between those of us waiting
and those of us wanting to die ..
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Tue words Neville, I don't want to go yet but I know there will come that day and that is OK too.
Andy
I am write there with you sir and at your side .. thank goldenness for optimism & hope
A fine write N.
Fine, is just as it say's on the tin .. and fine by me .. thank you Orchidee 🙂
Oh my... at 70 I think I am way too young to understand this! Will I be this morose someday? (-:
I doubt it .. just keep on hanging in there mate .. 🙂
Talking legislation here: Right to die? Dying with dignity.
So for everyone reading/contributing – are you able to make the request?
In New South Wales we now have the very limited right.
Thanks for raising this issue Neville.
A few Endone (what's in a name?), with a final drink could be pleasant
then shall the dust return to the earth as it was, and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
Indeed there is Neville. Those with a purpose and those without at any age. Short but full of meaning this poem reminds one to keep busy while waiting.
Never stop my friend ..
Reminds me of my mum who told me on several occasions she wanted to die. Distressing to hear that , knowing there is nothing you can do to ease her mind . Your poem raises many issues Neville. Much to consider and ponder here. No easy answer.
Thank you for calling in on me Cassie .. always appreciated .. I hope you will consider placing some more of your work here very soon.
As you have asked so nicely Neville, for you I will:)
I wonder what I will be next sometimes. Is that waiting or wanting? Odds are I'll be Chinese or Indian. There are so many more of them than White Dudes.
just as well can't see around the corner isn't it Jez ..
Yep.
I ate a green cooking apple - urrghh - sour! Why did you not COOK it first, asks Fido? lol.
At 80 I look forward to an unlimited number of years ahead, and why not,
I don't get to choose when, so why not look forward to forever.
Your poem highlights the different perspectives of the aged. It's purely a numbers game. You will live until you die. Make the most of it. - Phil A
...................... sound advice Phil 😎👍
Tremendous work. Powerful.
Ta Tom .. N 🙂
A fine write, Neville. A real thouht-provoking piece.
Thank you Tom
this reminds me of my sister in law, whom we lost a few months back - she was in a coma, and none of us wanted to see her suffer, and yet the pain of losing her is still there - so can empathize..
yes one day, we will go too, so let's use the time in hand fruitfully
I really do appreciate you trawling back to this oldie my friend .. thank you kindly .. I am also, sorry for your sad loss .. Neville
thanks - coming to terms with it...
have a good day
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