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Charles was a wise man and cage rattler. Thanks for sharing the full poem/quote, which I’ve never read in its entirety.
My view on death is I want to leave this world completely spent of all my talents and slide into home plate with a smile on my face sporting all my bumps, bruises from living life to the hilt.
My only hope is my life won’t be prolonged past the point that it’s a quality life. I think modern day medicine often bandaids people together who are ready to go, like my Grandmother at 103. She wanted the Lord to take her around 95.
We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well
that Death will tremble to take us.
My philosophy agrees with this but with the GOD element back in it “Be the kind of person who when your feet hit the floor, the devil says “oh Shit, she’s up” I would never want to be my own God…I would rather leave it up to someone who is qualified!