Please, Don't
Some people despair, consider suicide,
but, please, don't,
because warm creamed coffee would no
longer deliciously go down your throat,
you'd miss songbirds at dawn in concert,
a baby's delighted cooing,
soft freshly baked chocolate chip cookies
that melt in your mouth,
your child's artwork on the refrigerator,
comforting a bereaved friend,
the aroma of a newly mowed lawn,
the scent of honeysuckle courted
by bees,
the sound of the ocean when you put
a seashell to your ear,
walking through your neighborhood in
October,
with childhood memories of burning
leaves in autumns past,
sipping cold cide