On the day I died,
I saw Death going the other way.
Are you not supposed to be my guide, I cried.
“Not my problem,” he said. “Not today.”
“I’ve been let go. I’ve been told to go away.”
“So to you I say good luck.”
“You’ve had a life. Days good and bad.”
“Chances you seized, others you let slip away.”
“Before we part let me, as one final gift, say”
“There are no more guides out there, in that death has become like life in so many ways.”
“Do your best and then do it again, soon you will find your stride.”
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