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To Live Too Long
I’ve seen the seasons come and go; I’ve seen the snow and rain. This life I’ve lived, from year to year Has never seemed mundane. I truly know that I have done All the things I've wanted. I have no doubts and no regrets. I’ve lived life, undaunted. I’ve loved someone with all my heart. I’ve known despair and joy. I’ve seen how grief can soothe your soul And how it can destroy. I’ve tried to do the best I could. I’ve climbed up every hill. I have accomplished every task I could, in life, fulfill. As time grows near, I feel content. I can sit back and smile. So many things I’ve seen and done. My life has been worthwhile. I want to go with poise and grace When it’s my time to leave. Fond memories of things I’ve done Is what I should achieve. Don’t let me linger, frail and weak. A quick death is my plea. I just don’t want to live too long and lose what makes me …”me”. 8-6-8-6 abcb ![]()
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