Without a Sigh Goodbye
Last race, fast pace.
Too fast, can't last.
Save breath, postpone death,
Can't walk or talk.
Race is over; count the cost.
Some are winners, others lost.
I know as time goes by,
That someone more incredible than you or I
Know when and how we will die.
And the race will be over without a sigh. Goodbye
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2023
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