A Life-Time
A life Time
How long is a lifetime it cannot be measured in years
my brother died young yet left behind five children
and I was born a weakling – he will never grow old
doctors said- weak heart and pacemaker, I’m kept alive
by modern medical science and have lived to get old.
I know the end can strike anytime anywhere, but I will
not think about it. However, long my life- time it has been
short as I leave nothing behind to be remembered for.
“As my father said”, a made up lie, no one will have to
make up stories about me
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2015
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