The End
In the darkest hour...right before dawn.
Life comes full circle...as it's almost gone.
How did I start...how did I end?
How much did I break...how much did I mend?
I've done a little right...and a whole lot of wrong.
As it all winds down...I must finish strong.
Many a storm...I stand battered and beaten.
Fruits of my labor...left behind uneaten.
Ashes to ashes...dust to dust.
Be sure to forgive...that's a definite must.
Pick your battles wisely...fight the good fight.
Leave behind all of the bad...as you step into the light.
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