People told me,
you would come for me one day
but they don’t say when and how.
Will it be when I lay down
and my eyes close?
Will I know before you show up?
Will it be when I’m praying
to a bishop?
Or going through a breakup?
Will you make sure there won’t be a mixup?
Will you let me know when
you would show?
So I could pay back what I owe
So I could stay where I’m loved
So I could shove down the tears
while thinking back about all the years
I was too fearful to truly live
That I’d be forgiven and I’d forgive…
Death,
Will you let me know when you would show?
You’ll know, just keep going with the flow…
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That’s the way!
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Thank you for your following my blog/website, muchly appreciated, I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, and I’m from Geelong, Australia. Cheers. Ivor
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Of course. I enjoyed your writing very much
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Great perspective! Reminded me of an old social media post of mine:
If you found out you were dying, would you be nicer, love more or try something new? Well, you are.
We all are.
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It would be nice to know. So we know how much time we have
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