“To sleep, perchance to dream;
Ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death,
what dreams may come,”
by William Shakespeare
Soliloquy? “To be or not to be”? Don’t tell anyone,
but my wife hears me all the time
talking to myself. Don’t spread it around,
they might think I’m crazy. Well,
I’m old and write poetry, so I earned my
right to be somewhat nutty? So, go ahead make
my day and call me a crazy old F_RT.
Committing suicide? You will definitely know,
‘what dreams may come’.
Therefore, I wouldn’t take
that dare if I were you.
In place of that, I shall watch
my precious kitty sleep
and wake him with a kiss
on his sweet little forehead
and keep on writing as I do
until the end engulfs