|An old friend|
It's a couple of days past my birthday, and I have had no word or contact from my brother Michael, which for me is strange as we have always been close, regardless of where I am in the world Michael is my rock.
Plus we are both not young men,
So I'm sure the Grand reaper has our names in his book? so we live with this.
I'm in the shower when I heard the postman on my drive, so I climbed dripping wet from the shower and sneaked quietly towards the mail door, as the mail drops through the door I grab it. it's from my brother, "thank you lord! happiness !"
I place it on the hall table and return to the shower feeling happy.
As I pass the full length mirror, I caught my reflection in it, at first "I thought who is that old boy"?
Then I noticed my body had more scars then I realised, how the hell am I still alive?
Golly when I get to the pearly gates I'm sure I will be asked, "what the hell did I do to the perfectly nice, unmarked body, I was issued with at the start of my life"?
I'm sure I will find and give a cheeky answer, before being sent away again.
So I just went back and into the shower.
I have the pleasure of reading my mail after.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving at the pearly gates, in an attractive and well preserved body.
But to slide sideways into heaven with a box of chocolates in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other hand, body thoroughly used up,and totally worn out, and screaming Wow what a ride!
so that's what happened to me today, how was your day?