Making It Up As I Go Along #432

My End Shall Be a Dreadmill

Some will go with violence.
The price of war
Or being in a convenience store
When drug habit cash
Is taken
At gunpoint.

Some will go quietly.
Asleep in bed
Breathing in sync with a love
As has been for decades before
When one breath ends with a shutter
And the love goes on alone.

Some will be lightning struck.
On a golf course
With three friends
A few distant rumbles
Ignored in hopes of a birdie
KaBlam!

Some will drive into another.
Going too fast on the highway
While the rain falls at night
A deer wishes to cross
The steering wheel shall meet face
And a roadside grave follows.

I shall go by dreadmill.
The device that allows running inside
Spelt with a T and not that D
But for me it’s a dread
Causing lungs to malfunction
My corpse shall slide out the back
While the dread continues it’s revolving journey
My end met with a computer’s beep
As a fitness program ends
Prematurely.



THURSDAY...
— From working evenings to straight to bed... Friday will be an early start.

FRIDAY...
— Up at 5:00... Sarah and Bana pick me up at 5:40... Work for 6:00.
— Breakfast at work with my team and by 9:15, we’re off to golf.
— Golf is fun but the marshalls on the course are pains... hassling our team four or five times for slow play.
— Supper there and back home by six or so... tired and relaxing.

SATURDAY...
— House day. Video game baseball and hockey (bought the hockey yesterday). It’ll take some getting used to, I’m not very good, but fun to have.
— A pizza comes in to make Saturday what Saturday is supposed to be.