The ending will be . . .

It won’t be by fire

It won’t be by ice

Not a slow-creeping glacier

Or atomic device


The sun won’t implode

On apocalypse day

There won’t be four horsemen

Riding our way

The Messiah won’t show

With a list in his hand

And, no

Heaven won’t have

one helluva band


And there won’t be any

fences to mend

or dastardly sins

We’re forced to defend


And the angel of death

Will have no wings at all

She’ll be a viral and nasty

Spiky red ball

Aided by

an immoral fool,

who always felt

he was too cool for school


And the angel of death

will give him a task

“push lie after lie”

and don’t wear a mask”

Together they spread

Death far and wide

Taking all of America

on a perilous ride


So, no

It won’t be by fire

And it won’t be by ice

Not a slow creeping glacier

Or atomic device

Our ending will be

Too small to see

Here today, gone….

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Embrace your temporariness.

All of us are about 2.5 generations away from true non-existence.

As the final memory of us fades to black and we transition from the warmth of humanity to the cold breathless inanimate, our existence gets relegated to the flat and dimensionless world of dusty photos, handwritten notes, and password-protected social media pages. Such is our fate.

We will not be reunited with loved ones on puffy white clouds — that’s a Peter Pan-level fantasy, and the sooner we let it go, the truer to ourselves we can be.

We are all short-timers, so lets seize that realization and use it as fuel for making a positive impact in the NOW — for caring and making the world a better place TODAY, so those who come after us, can have a happy and peaceful existence. Is there a more noble endeavor?