• who knew •

• who knew •
I don’t respond to death as others do.
I don’t know what to make of it.
Life is a wonderful ride,
to my limited view.
Like the greatest thrill-ride,
as I pull into the station
at the end,
if my neck isn’t completely
out of joint,
which it too often is,
I feel only my pounding heart
begin to slow,
and a slight wistfulness,
with this,
upon my lips:
“Who knew?”
~ Tim Burchfield



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