This is it…
I’ve reached the end of the fabled line,
been around the block…
done my time.
The God’s have spoken, issued a decree,
“Your time is up!
Now… be free”
But I want to live, and want to Love!
Or is that selfish?
A wish to Love?
I want the chains, the trappings of life,
not freedom of death,
A bond to life.
“My time was short…”, “No, it was enough,
’twas your choice to live
off the cuff”
Those choices reflect what’s then to be,
what might be regretted
This is it.
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