The day of;

Who would come
If I were to expire?
Sit in my sun,
Experience my fire
One last time to the sound of the choir;
Who would look at that stained glass
On the floor
And gasp
For more
Time in my presence?
And how could I present
To them “My God!
You’ve got,
To live while you can.”

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