Dropping Dead in the Cereal Aisle
My friend walked into the grocery store
Excited about the meal
She planned for dinner.
She loaded her cart
With all the ingredients needed.
As she meandered down the
Cereal aisle searching for
Some Great Grains,
The clot broke away
And hit her hard.
With a quiet yelp
And a whispered, “Oh my God”
She fell to the well-polished
Linoleum floor taking her
Well stocked cart with her.
Surrounded by her dinner plans
My friend dropped dead
In the cereal aisle of
Her local grocery store.
No matter how hard I try
I can’t let go of the thought
That the last thing she may
Have seen on this earth
Was a box of Cheerios.
Roy W. Backes
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