They were steps away from death,
The one who wants nothing more,
Than to die,
Pulled back.
"We were made for more than endings,
We will walk to the end,
When we have done our beginnings,
our middle,
and our living."
"Have we not done it?"
The other one asked,
Tears in her lovely eyes.
The one with the sad middle of a life,
Smiled bright and big,
"No we have not.
But we will."
And so, they stepped back,
To an uncertain future,
But to a very certain hope.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC
They were steps away from death,
The one who wants nothing more,
Than to die,
Pulled back.
"We were made for more than endings,
We will walk to the end,
When we have done our beginnings,
our middle,
and our living."
"Have we not done it?"
The other one asked,
Tears in her lovely eyes.
The one with the sad middle of a life,
Smiled bright and big,
"No we have not.
But we will."
And so, they stepped back,
To an uncertain future,
But to a very certain hope.
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