Poetry from Ian Copestick

Either

When you get
to my age,
and you've been
seriously ill a few
times.

Naturally, you
begin wondering
what's next.

Is there anything
afterwards ?

Thinking about it,
it's either the start
of a whole new
adventure.

Or it's endless
sleep.

I can look forward
to either.

Depending on
how I feel. 

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