The Last of All

I’ve just had one of them thoughts that might not be proper to jot down.

I was pondering on the matter of intimacy, you see, it’s been quite a spell since I’ve partaken in such affairs. And it occurred to me, should the occasion arise once more, would I approach it as though it were my final rendezvous in that regard?

It dawned on me that what if I applied such a sentiment to all me actions in this life? Be it the last cup of tea, the last glimpse of the sun setting, or the last farewell. It strikes me as though it might have quite a transformative effect on one’s perspective.

Now, whether or not I’ll ever find meself in the throes of passion again, I can’t rightly say. It ain’t of utmost importance, you see. It’d just be rather reassuring to know that if the moment presented itself, I’d be ready to seize it.