Eternal Sleep
Eternal Sleep
Written: by Miracle Man
12-19-2019
Twas not destination that he pondered deep,*
As he lay supine upon his bed that night.
But journey that would take him to eternal sleep,
This alone seemed to trigger his fright.
Some feast on life leaving hardly any waste,
While others face death with plates barely touched.
On youth or looks, your time isn’t based,
Nor influenced by what your hands have clutched.
* The vehicle that drives you
is of lesser importance than it's destination.
Tom
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