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Jul 2019
So
So,
here we are just about 52 years after my birth.

A birth that I am most thankful for as well as my 6 children that live.

But life... ..
this life here,
it wears on a soul
that now longs
for the dirt.

Truth be told;
I am tired even though
that I know that,
I have more to give.

Selfish and unknowing worth?

Perhaps,
but I now see my life being drained through a sieve.

Look,
I am not complaining about being here.

But if God took me to His kingdom today... ..

I have no fears.
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
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