Shallow, so shallow, sewage so grave,
spewed across once empty page
words once held such power
what will you feel in the final hour?
Replay a life well-lived
& how it was spent
Playful or poorly?
Sour or joyfully?
Time can only tell
But with said time
There will be much that isn’t well
And that’s fine
For like sand
There is much to take in
With a gentle hand
The poor choices rescind
Left with a look only sweet
You shall be
For off to the Maker’s Meet & Greet
You will be
