The Coin

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


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