Time To Die
When hope is lost and love is gone.
There's just no reason to go on.
A poet's lament ain't worth a dime.
Nobody wants to hear that rhyme.
The world is for the lucky ones.
Not for those the shadow shuns.
I pray each night my soul to take.
And hope that I may not awake.
I buy my ticket in hopes I win.
But I'm still paying for my sin.
The end can't come for me too soon.
I'm tired of singing this same ole tune.
I don't want to live no more.
The sanctimony is such a bore.
So I will not apologize.
For there's more to life than being wise.
P.S. The double negative in the last verse kind of wrote itself. HMM.
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