Death precedes me in everything in life.
My friends shall carry onward my strife.
There is nothing that is not just trite.
I did fail to completely to do all right.
Though my words shall live forever,
Not because they are great or even clever.
My work shall be remembered by some.
Though at some point forgotten in a hum,
I have regrets though they are so very few.
Many hopes and dreams shall go without clue.
I and my death is definite these are not new.
No fear of death for me, for I know it’s due.
Sponsor Brian Strand
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