The threat of death
makes a wondrous
condiment.
Eighteen months ago
my dolorous doctor
announced that my liver
might have
but three to five years
left on it.
Time passes.
Now I notice that
birds sing louder,
trees grow greener,
and strangers
smile more.
Every day,
a present
to unwrap.
Thank you, Doc,
for shaking that
unexpected spice
onto my life.
The closer
to the end,
the more alive
I feel.
- mce
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