The Battery

It was losing its juices
It was shutting down
No sparks remained
The embers were dying
Kaput and abruptly it was gone
Cold and dead as a doornail!

Wailing and flailing my arms
I tried to resuscitate it
Gave mouth to mouth CPR
Pressed the heart up and down
Revving the missing heartbeats
In vain searching sparks of life

Life had happened fast and furious
Some good stuff some bad stuff
Carrying on like a stalwart finally
Took its toll, the never say die battery
Wore out and further deteriorated
Finally, the legs gave out completely

Greed, deception, jealousy and wrath
Were all his pallbearers, triumphantly
Bearing away one more trophy with
Full fanfare and all the trappings of
A grand funeral for a friend who did
Not rue because he never had a clue!!!

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to
replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Anais Nin
1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer

Every great man nowadays has his disciples, and it is usually Judas who writes the biography.
Oscar Wilde
1856-1900, British Author, Wit

An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast;
a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.

It is all right to rat, but you can’t re-rat.
Winston Churchill
1874-1965, British Statesman, Prime Minister


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