Still Alive
I ask myself,
Self:
Why am I
so lucky
to still be alive
when so many
friends
and acquaintances
have already died?
There's no answer
of course --
When your
number's up
it's up
One meets
His Maker
and that can be tough
The only thing
I've come up with
And it's not a whole lot
is for the sake of
those departed
I'm to give life
all that I've got
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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