Dying


I am dying
no, don’t have a fatal disease
but never-the-less
I am dying

But then, so are you
some day
maybe soon
or perhaps not

Will I live my life in fear
of what is sure to come
or even the maybe of beyond
or shall I treasure the gift of now
savoring each moment
along the way

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