Just like my hearing aids
play Beethoven’s Fifth
to warn me the life
of my batteries are
almost over, I think
in the not too distant
future, digital experts
will design an iPhone app
warning about when
your heart muscle is
ready to expire and
end your life.
When I receive such
a warning, I will gather
my loved ones and ask
for a delivery of seafood
salad, eggplant parmiagana,
garlic rolls, cold beer, and
Death by Chocolate Ice Cream.
I will drift off to the next world
loving everyone who loved me
as happy as I can be.