No matter what,
you eventually stop.
Never should have smoked those Camels.
Heart plugs up.
Always loved those steaks.
God, that bourbon was great.
But you’ll die,
that’s the way it is.
That’s the way it always is.
No use dwelling on what you did wrong.
It doesn’t matter.
You’ll die exactly when you’re supposed to die.
The important thing is not how or when you pass,
but that you made the most every living moment.
When you expire,
the trees will still turn colors,
the flowers will still bloom in the spring,
new babies will still cry when born.
Look at the end of the road as
And then never look at it again.