When my end arrives,

am I smarter than all my days?

Have the stones and pitfalls made me


Or have the storms, fury and hate stained

my tongue?

Or has love and my eyes of passion

formed a depth within me?

Or has money, riches and travel

created rest?

Am I greater or taller? Wiser or more thoughtful?

At my end


Its not what I’ve taken, but instead,

what I’ve given,

that makes my end complete.






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