Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Youth speaks. The Bath.





THE BATH
by Jim Mowery

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The swirling, bubbling water
   maddened in it's state of movement
      clung to the aged man.

I, a younger version, sat by him.

“A little warm today,” said he and I agreed.
     My face was red with the heat
        that encompassed us.

We sat together
   he and I
       and looked at the vaporous swirls
            of steam as they drifted skyward
                 only to be stopped by a mirrored ceiling
                     revealing us as children
                          in a frothy bath.Related image

I looked at his wrinkled face
     and wondered
        was it worth it
to live all of those years
only to be rewarded with a body
         withered.
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And I asked
“Are you happy as an aged man?”
      His eyes played on me.
      “Yes....it is a little too warm,” he said.


            And I didn't pursue it.








Saturday, September 3, 2016

Life Itself




Life itself is a death sentence.
In the meantime, it glows with possibilities.


I am so .....err....disappointed.  Here we are.  Talking about death again.

I'd rather talk about when we were kids, chasing each other through the cornfield.  Image result for images of children playing in cornfieldsvisualphotos.com




Building little houses in the corn field, houses we shared with the little animals of the wild.
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I did think about death back then.  Never often, though, and always with real horror.
It was all about my body.
We are not very old when we figure out what's going to happen to the body when we die!
If we can't figure it out, some bright little mean friend will tell us.

Ghost stories.
We fed our minds on ghost tales.
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Didn't need digitals and "Walking Dead" and "Night of the Zombies" to get our minds stimulated.
We had real live ghost stories.

Yeh.
Dead.
It's a comin'.  

Joyce is now past 80.

"I'm not afraid to die," she tells me.

"Well.  Not anymore," I laugh.  "Remember when we were young and terrified of dying?  Did you read in the news where that old man 145 years old said his only wish is to die?"

"145??  Ahh, people can't live that long!?"

"Well, yes apparently we can.  Sidomejo is 145 and has outlived all his children and grandchildren."
Sidomejo is said to be in good health for someone of his age.Credit:  RTV
Born in Sragen, central Java province.

"Sidomejo has to be spoon fed and bathed.  He has had enough.  He just wants to die."


We are living to be old so young people can plainly see they don't want to never die!

We are not as afraid of losing our old body as we were of losing our young body.
I, a nurse, have seen the look on old old people.
"I don't CARE where I am going!  Just let me get to hell out of Dodge."
Death is part of it all.  But not today!
Dodge is a bit dodgie, and yet, what if Dodge is all we have?"
Don't want to die today!  But get me to hell out of Dodge.

Love is all that really matters.

Well, we matter.
We matter because we have the ability to love the rising generation.
Or scare them.


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