Way Too Soon


I don’t want to be a cold slab of nothing thrown into the back of an awaiting tin can of a van
I do not want to be toe tagged ready for my maker unable to take another breath of life
I do not want to meet death without peace of knowing that every aspiration and dreAm was seen to completion
I do not want to be a flower cut short mid bloom before yielding an abundant harvest

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