Expire like a can of SPAM
Amusings about concerns
By Salomé SaffiriPublished about a month ago • Updated about a month ago • 1 min read
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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..
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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Comments (2)
Very relatable! I get tired so much more often these days! And the episodes of hustle are dwindling in their vigor! Great work, Salomé!
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!