don't die easily. if they've
made
it into their nineties
or that rare stratosphere
of a hundred.
they know how to keep
the ball rolling.
they dig their heels in
and aren't leaving without
a fight.
you might think they're
close
to checking out
when you visit them
and their eyes are closed,
the monitors beeping,
bouquets of farewell flowers
around them,
but then you get
the call that
they're up and about
playing checkers down the hall,
pinching a nurse
on the bottom,
no longer
on the morphine drip.
the priest in the waiting
room, looking at this watch,
literally waiting. waiting for
the last
rites call.
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