Being Dead
It’s not
being dead
that concerns me
it’s all the things
I will have left unsaid
all the things
I will have left undone
all the sorries
I never gave
all the thank yous
I never conveyed
all the calls
I meant to make
or return
but never did
all those things
that when I’m dead
I can never do
or undo
we only get
to go round once
there’s no going back
and I know
I won’t get it right
on this
my first
and only time round.
Copyright © Rory Galbraith | Year Posted 2023
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