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Expire like a can of SPAM

Amusings about concerns

By Salomé SaffiriPublished 2 months ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read
This marvelous image was created by me and for me in AI. In my true fashion to take death with a light heart.

I'm suddenly so tired.

Just moments prior

I lived, I hustled.

Today has given me a reason

To think that I might perish -

Expire like a can of spam.

How suddenly I feel relieved.

Relieved from worrying about her,

Relieved from need to hustle.

Relieved from guessing

When death may come.

By knowing when - I can control it.

Is this why elders

Are peaceful in their heart about it.

Oh well..

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About the Creator

Salomé Saffiri

Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper, leaving the black ink of their paw prints behind.

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  • D.K. Shepard2 months ago

    Very relatable! I get tired so much more often these days! And the episodes of hustle are dwindling in their vigor! Great work, Salomé!

  • John Cox2 months ago

    It's easy to forget that life is fragile. It has an expiration date - like Spam! I'm old enough now to see and feel the point of the poem. Hustling really gets old, especially when you're old. Very thoughtful and thought-provoking poetry, Salome!

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