John Mayo Poet I do not know?

Not Good Enough To Die Young

They say the good die young
And so I keep getting older
Keep testing fate
Keep winning
So I keep getting bolder
My fire keeps burning colder
I like to point at the lightning
And then laugh at the thunder
I figure I got 6 years
And 6 months before I'm 6 feet under
There's no kind of food
That can feed this hunger
I chewed a hole in my soul
And yet I was still starving
Just the other day 
I saw my heart on a milk carton
I may not be invincible
But shouldn't be alive either
I never needed a watch
My lungs are my timekeeper
One breath means one less
Looking forward to the one 
After there's only one left

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Rainbow Promise January 8, 2017 at 4:55 PM An Epic to those who passed on before? This deep "cry" suggests areas where the worldwide food relief centers have not yet reached- Missions, Philanthropists, Private Sectors, Red Cross, others? The Lord did not count those 6 years and 6 months, you did by giving up! Rainbow Promise January 8, 2017 at 4:58 PM PS. John, I Hope there's more HOPE for 2017. Rainbow.