I speculate here and believe that the obituary of Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett should read:
“After years of compliance with the institutional norm of avoiding the sun for a beautiful complexion, Michael and Farrah succumbed to chronic disease from vitamin D deficiency. May they always be remembered for their art and artistry.”
If they had followed the instructions of Dr. John Cannell of the Vitamin D Council’s home page, I would imagine that they would have lived a much longer productive life.
Thank you John for helping me understand and not falling to this end. This has allowed me to begin a life of poetry and art. The poem below would not have been possible without life. How much art have we been denied from Michael and Farrah? – Pandemic Survivor
Somehow bound up in this world,
We find ourselves trying to make a life
And not just live another existence.
But where do we find the boundaries
For this to allow peace of mind as we
Try to create our worlds?
Boundaries, what are those things that can
Take life away as well as bring life
In abundance to each being that understands?
Boundaries improperly defined
As shackles bind us in a darkness
That can only be compared to slavery.
Oh God, raise up this wretched bound soul
Swirled in desperation of time not spent
In defining bounds of my purpose in life.
Copyright ©2009 Mark Pegram