Unfinished Business
No time for dying
If today I were to die, I think I know who’d weep, A crying jag for some, For some a moistened cheek, A swipe of the eye, a blink, blink, blink. A sigh of relief? What would they think?
Would there be a service? And if so, where would it be? Would it be well-attended? Who’d speak in praise of me?
Would anyone be happy? Delighted, filled with glee? At the realization that, They’d seen the last of me?
I hope I do not die today, And join those gone before, I haven’t done my big thing yet, More time, I need much more.
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