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!