Tuesday, December 28, 2021

As bad as anything I wrote as a teenager

 Look upon the face of death and know

It comes for you too soon

As sure as birth

As sure as love and loss

Look upon the face of death and forget

For life is yours for now


[Author's note: this is distilled from more lengthy thoughts and there are many ways it could be stretched and kneaded to fit a form such as a song, but these are the bones of it, and enough.]

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