Easy Picking
I will leave this world kicking –
(the Reaper would have it easier elsewhere);
I will not leave without sticking~like glue,
to the places I love and to those for whom
I care – believing that only a life poorly lived
would just let go, give-up without a fight – counting
all the sweaty brows it took as I earned every
hard-fought, eked-out share.
But if, perhaps, to make room for someone brighter?
I could conceivably be persuaded to hold-on less
tighter – though a bit of arm wrestling would yet respectively
be required, when from this world, I served, without fame,
I am summarily fired –
Oh, I have known, like many of my fine sisters and brothers, the tragedies
of wars and untrue lovers; blood both at my feet and seeming above~fiery,
red skies as if Heaven turned angrily from its man, for not following
their God's Perfect Plan – though longing for reunion with my dear
ones departed, with whom this life I had blessedly started, and others with whom I have
shared victories and failures, joys though sometimes left brokenhearted...still, I
will leave this world feistily kicking! The Grim Reaper to know, despite how
much my pain and suffering, the size of my enemy, or the greater
their numbers, I was never some Easy-picking!
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