I spend my days
with a dying cat,
conversing with
a talkative skeleton
The cat is brutally cute,
but mean as a snake,
the skeleton is witty and
sometimes insightful,
but long, long dead
I am clearly the
one
pulling his strings
in conversation
as the cat looks away
My friends, shed no tear
for me
I’m doing what’s needed
there is no greater calling.
Worry not; I shed no tear, in fact, I /almost/ envy you for knowing what is needed that you can provide. Luckily, I’m young enough to not really have that envy, but you’re right, I think it’s a magnificent insight, there is no greater calling.
Gracias. Good to hear you shed no tear and eschew envy — after all, who would you rather be than yourself? The “almost” is a key to your comment, I’m almost content, pursuing this great, if sad calling.