When We'Re Called
When we're, at last,
Called in the night;
Called to recollect;
Called to account;
Rejoice.
Be prepared.
Ready as ever.
Nothing else matters--
Not the dishes,
The books,
The videos,
The times remembered.
Did you follow your heart?
Don't allow the
Dostoevsky character's last words to
come from your lips-----
Ever.
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