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Dragging Death Around - Jan. 29, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jan 29
  • 1 min read

today, it’s the dead nail on my big toe

and knowing my life is nearing its end,

 

mingled with how much pain my future

might hold and how alone I could be

 

I also lug around a nice wardrobe of hope

and carry a bag of humor to hand out

so, there is still plenty of good life left

in these legs and this heart

 

maybe it’s just that skeleton of keratin

I see every time I remove my socks,

which is yet to be removed and buried,

that has me thinking about its

unscheduled funeral

 

which I definitely won’t speak at

or even attend

 
 
 

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