Live Dont Exist
Live, Don’t Exist
Written: by Miracle Man
11-16-2019
Sometimes due to age,
I’ve found others to be officious.
In refusing their help,
my refusal is capricious.
Help causes me to feel,
I’ve been delegated to the shelf.
And as long as I’m able,
I like doing things myself.
I’d prefer not answering daily,
just how it is I feel.
My new norm is never good,
so I take my days piecemeal.
Sometimes I feel others,
My condition may amplify.
I appreciate concerned friends,
But want to live until I die.*
*Ecclesiastes 7:17
“Be not over much wicked, neither be thou foolish: why shouldest thou die before thy time?”
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