It’s day 7 and I decided to do a poem. I haven’t done one in a couple of years. Enjoy and of course, ‘phink’ about it 😉.

I am visitor here,

Someday, you will call my phone,

Someone else would pick it.

Or the call won’t even connect at all.

You will knock on my door,

And another person would open it,

You will wish you have had that conversation earlier,

You will wish, you will wish.

I really don’t know where I will be,

Heaven or hell, if there’s either.

That I am a visitor is not peculiar,

We all are.

A pastor once told an ex,

That I was destined to die young.

I told her, “I’m not surprised”

“No one is getting out of here alive anyway”

Yes, I’m a stranger here,

I just want to live my life,

Based on my own rules and standards,

Basically, no rules.