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Headstone
Life may be hullabaloo now,
Perhaps apoplectic,
Conceivably cuckoo,
Or it feels like the
World is ending,
Apocalyptic,
But maybe—
Just maybe,
Someday
I'll be me,
Happy and free,
Like a ballerina
In a tedious tutu.
In the end,
All I want—
Just one thing—
Just one—
Inscribed on
My headstone
“ I have loved,
I have lived”
Copyright ©
Anne Winter
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