Dear Life
I wish I learned the patience
to stir you longer
to taste much better
the sweetness in your cup.
You have been long brewed
but in haste I slurped and gulped
and spat in disgust
what only a tongue refined by time
can love.
Alas!
Of what time is left
upon this last bed on earth
wherin I slumber between two worlds
I'm to be a mule to process
to marry my mind to the final experience
to taste much better
the sweetness in your bitter cup
Sometimes when I think of death, I get uneasy. Not because of the prospect of death, but of not living a full life. Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed 馃槉
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