The Chance To Die
Would you give me the chance to die
Don’t get your panties in a heap
I am not speaking of suicide
A coward’s unwritten obit
Now informed, would you
Please read on a bit
You granted me the chance to live
From stem to stern
Top to bottom, lessons unlearned
I botched it up
Perennials failures
Overflowing my wretched cup
Traversing through the mire of chaos
No signatures of color or smell
You would think it be sickly black or red
And stinking of Satan’s Hell
Well, you would be wrong
Join the club of the blinded mind
The wise one called Paul,
You knew him well
Declared—
To die is gain
Can you not grant me one wish
Putting an end to interminable pain
To know with a fleeting glimpse
Better comes with my final breath
Leaving behind a life made of mess
Would you give me the chance
Ere dry is the ink from poet’s pen
Ere the last bit of marrow slain
Give me the chance, dear God
To taste the gain
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