I was on a walk one day when I encountered a child kicking a can as he 

She walked

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Nothin, just kickin’ this life down the road. 

“You mean you are kicking a can down the road” I corrected. 

“Yes and yes,

It’s a can and it’s a life” he she replied.

I started to laugh and to humor the child I said, 

“Whose life?”

“YOUR LIFE” the kid said in reply.

Suddenly,

I felt dizzy

My body

Mind

Whirling

Banging

Dinging

Smashing into things

Being kicked

Smashed into things 

As I heard voices around me 

Then………  it all stopped and in wonder, looking up into the sky and a blurred child’s face above,

I asked in a last gasp whisper…

“Who are you

WHAT are you?”

The child’s face grew horrible and beautiful

Sad and peaceful at the same time and said,

“I AM DEATH”

I felt the life escaping me as I lay there and then Suddenly I felt myself KICKED again…

Dizzy

My body

Mind

Whirling

Banging

Dinging

Smashing into things

Being kicked

Smashed into things 

As I heard A around me 

Above me say, 

“Here, 

Let me kick the can for a while…”

I got up, 

Shaky 

I looked at another kid

A new kid 

And in a quivering voice said…

“Hey kid, you keep kicking that can… kick it far

Kick it long

For a long long time 

Try to be gentle with THAT can 

And when you stop… 

Try to find a nice place for it” 

I kept walking 

I keep walking 

Hoping I never see any kids 

Bored,

Kicking cans

Kicking…… down the road. 

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