Coughing myself to death

Is this to be my hapless plight,
To die of coughing in the night?

Of all the ways it could have come,
Who’d imagine I’d choke upon my lung?

Others go much more dignified,
Dying in battle with honor and pride.

And others still will pass with fame,
Ridding their loved ones of morbid shame.

Not I– for I must walk another path,
One filled with wheezing, rattling gasps.

Nearing Heaven’s gates, I see a man,
It’s St. Peter, cough drops in hand.

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Choices

decisions

Today is a day of choices.

The choices I make today will affect my life.

My mood, my appearance, my health, my spirituality and my effectiveness today will all be determined primarily by the decisions I make. I will either grow, slide backward or stay in the same place. The close of today will find me nearer to becoming the man I want to be, or languishing in the same place I was at the start of the day.

I will start right now, making choices that make me a better person…for me, and for others.

Dream-Speaking

Oh Sleep that doth elude me,
Whither shall I go?

I find no respite upon my pillow,
Why, I cannot know.

Could it be, perhaps because,
Common language I’ve forsaken,

Choosing rather to use bygone terms,
Such as hereunto, thither and awaken.

Or maybe this is all a dream,
A vision of stranger times,

When people could not speak or sleep,
Unless they did so in rhyme.

DH-