Tomorrow or Today

Story in sonnets part one and two

Photo by William J Spirdione

Awake, I hear alert and find my phone.
I look and see my iPhone thirty-nine.
I find the app. It’s Medium. I’m home.
At seven billion views, I’m doing fine.

I’m writing for my food most every way,
with pens and pads and phones and chalk and slate.
One hundred seven years, three months, two days.
I try to write with love and not with hate.

Some say we made environment collapse.
Of many views, so few are human now.
I know a few survived, now we’re the last.
We’re still alive?. I ask. I don’t know how.

My heart stopped beating forty eight years past.
My brain ,Three years, my liver will not last.

Photo by William J Spirdione

I’m glad the earth has health care for us all.
I couldn’t get for free these great new gills.
The last in system is this small blue ball.
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