By M. E. Riddle
The first years of life
Evolved around Mike
At fifty-eight, I got it straight
And now live the life of a saint.
A single thought haunts
That this is it-there’s one only dance
It’s gambling with options
Not knowing the chance.
And that is that
-That is to say
No more tomorrow
No more new day.
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