A Beautiful End Poem by Kathlene Ann
A Beautiful End
Have you ever seen the city by night?
Seen civilization at it’s height?
Been overwhelmed by many a headlight?
And wondered what it would be like…
Wondered how you would feel
If you gave yourself over to the appeal
Of a fate so sad and so real.
What would it be like to have rushing cars,
With their bright headlights shiny like stars,
Close in and run you down, to have that fate be ours.
How artistically ironic to have one’s last sight
Full of beauty blinding, bright,
End in everlasting night.
I don’t know why,
But I want to die,
Beautifully.
Oh that would be a great way to die that is if it was fast. My luck some guy in a Miata would hit me and then I would be run over by a smart car and that would only leave skid marks on my back then I would cause a pile up and I would die of some doctor leaving and spunge in me. But that is my luck in life so I think that would be my luck in death too. I liked your poem, keep it up.
...'but I want to die, Beautifully.' Well you might Kath, but how about when you're 90 plus? You've got a lot of writing to do...
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4/19/2024 5:15:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Many ways to die in the city, most not particularly beautiful. But I do admit, looking down on Wilshire at night can be a beautiful sight, people and cars zipping by.