Iggy Pop on Death & Aging

A friend posted this on Facebook and it was one of those things that hit me square between the eyes: maybe punk rock thoughts on death and aging are overdue, but either way, I was glad to see it. Such a simple statement made so much sense of my past few years.

Here’s a spoken word version of it.

It was in the winter of my fiftieth year
When it hit me
I was really alone
And there wasn’t a hell a lot of time left
Every laugh and touch that I could get
Became more important
Strangely, I became more bookish
And my home and study meant more to me
As I considered the circumstances of my death
I wanted to find a balance between joy and dignity
On my way out
Above all, I didn’t want to take any more shit
Not from anybody

2 Replies to “Iggy Pop on Death & Aging”

  1. I looked it up – he is 1 2/3 “MONTHS” older than I am. It gets scary when your contemporaries talk about aging and dying. But he is right-on. Perhaps this is why I transitioned at age 61. I did it for “ME!”

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