I was up before the sunrise
In bed before the moon
I know the end is coming
Just hope its not too soon.
I’m not afraid of dying
I’ve had a damned good life
Raised two decent children
Been loved by my dear wife
But others aren’t so lucky,
their days defined by pain
bodies bent and breaking,
minds unmoored, unclaimed.
So yes, the end is coming,
though fairness never came;
the meek, the mild, the broken
were left outside the game.
When my lights start dimming
and I hope it won’t be soon
can the meek,the mild,the broken
pick up my silver spoon?
hello dearest Benny it’s nice thought but you know things don’t work that way by virtue that I am crazy I was locked out deserving love and certainly money ❤️but I’m happy for you and don’t be afraid of dying it will be alright…
Thanks for the thoughtful comment.
I’m really not afraid of dying but living can be a bit scary sometimes….right!
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Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write with lots of truth in the details my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Hello Peter, my word am I glad I felt drawn to this particular page (okay I know as of write now, its you most recent post) but I might just as well have delved back a bit because I quite like trawling & checking out where my literary friends and peers are coming from .. But anyway, I just want to say how much I enjoyed this very generous offering .. I particularly like the way you obviously recognise the positives and are not shy when it comes to thinking forward .. Personally I do not fear my own eventual passing and realise just how blessed I am and have been .. All Good Things, Yours Truly .. Me 😎⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍