[In memory of our dad, Mike Miller,the funniest damn man I ever knew up until the very end.]

Whether naked and afraid

In the most desolate of places

During loneliest of moments

Or darkest of spaces.

Not a penny to your name

Nor a shirt on your back

Not a crumb in your stomach

Not a morsel to snack.

Even closest to death

And losing your fight

On your last breath

With the end now in sight.

It matters not time

It matters not place

You can always find humor

To leave a smile on your face.