The flowers are wilted but give off some color still. The morning is damp, the first time in 50 days. You can hear the earth drink, the birds cry, the gutters trickle. All is still, a bough dips under the weight of it. Petals drop like tears, like party favors.
When it is my time let me fade into the couch and go slowly like a leaf curling in on itself, unnoticed, indistinct. Not the drama of going out in a burst, but to fade out like a long sound cue. No credits, take the house lights up slow.
Bill Pearse 
Reblogged this on Walking the Rails and commented:
I hear you. Not sure I want to fold up like a leaf, but I am with you on turning down the drama.
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Thanks Bradley! Appreciate you reading and sharing, enjoy the day…
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Yes, much better to go out predictably and at the right time rather than to die suddenly at 55 and shock everyone. A friend just did this. I prefer a time many years from now with two people talking and one says “oh, did Jeff die, I didn’t remember that.” You know… a non-event.
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Right! Oh did he die? I love that! Well that settles that, right?
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I feel resistant to this, the slow fade, settle into the ol’ settee, couched in terms of gentle acceptance, but a really nice piece of writing.
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Yeah that’s okay! It’s a thought…thanks Robert. Enjoy the day!
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This is too nicely written to be called provocative, but it is thought provoking. Do I go out with Coltrane soaring, honking, crying, beating, weeping, spinning sounds of raffia and gold into a hypnotic spell that might just help to conjure a soul from this husk? Maybe.
If so, I hope Z is there to turn the volume down when he’s done with me.
Cheers, yes Cheers.
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Cheers yes cheers David! Thanks for reading man!
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Atomic Rooster’s “Death walks behind you” at my wake. That should clear the room. 😂
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Ha ha ha nice one Bruce. Thanks for reading mate.
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very intresting
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That’s a beautiful wish – to go like leaf folding in on itself- yeah, I could go for that!
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I find myself folding in on myself at least. Heck, we open and then we recede or snap off.
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