Tuesdays


everything’s ok on Tuesdays.
you get up
you pee
you brush your teeth
until you look in the mirror
and realize
you are going to die.
maybe today
maybe tomorrow
maybe next year
but you carry on anyway
you fix your tie
you drive your car
you go to work
and before you know it
You're 72.
one last Tuesday
with your family around
taking that last
final
breath
and you remember
you never learned how to play the trumpet
you never sang in the choir
you never ran a 5k
What a waste.

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