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Dead Sure About Life

Dead Sure About life
David J Walker

I am dead sure that 
The only thing
to write about on the
Otherside 
is life

What is there to talk about 
That would compare to
		perfection
What is there to anticipate in an eternity 
that hasn’t already happened

With infinite tomorrows
How good can I feel with 
unjuxtaposed sorrows
In a room with stained glass windows  
That never open

My halo
	Although adjustable 
Never seems to fit the way it should

Mother says not to complain
	I will get used to it
Father says he finally threw his away
	 And Nobody noticed 

What is there to write about except life
And how often we failed at it
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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