Out Like A
How will death come to my door
Will in be in bed or the cold hard floor
Will it be the heart or soul
Heaven or hell the goal
A life of good and bad
Their weight lead clad
I see myself as one who served
But to most that's absurd
Too many I have filled their pocket
Some to pull my eye from their socket
At the winter of my life
What disease will end the strife
Always unwilling to accept the calm
I hope I go out like a bomb
Copyright © Sean Ferris | Year Posted 2018
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