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With so little to live
for I make excuses
as to why I survive
I live while others die
the luck of a coin toss
but am I the winner
No one can say who wins
the coin toss but someone
calls either heads or tails
Do we fault the soldier
who survives war unscathed
or cheer he is alive
Obituaries sing
the praise of the fallen
missing absent or dead
Widows mourn their husbands
if those men were worthy
to celebrate with praise
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Silly to imagine
a person unworthy
of praise love or respect
However long ago
my father passed away
I became a sinner
Although I gave up God
and the trappings of faith
as a ship without sails
Determined to find truth
beyond belief in lies
I gave up God for Lent
Obviously my faith
blind in the dark forest
of childhood broke like bread
Wonders they say never
cease maybe this excuse
is the best I can raise
~~~
Maybe from a window
I see in a meadow
a shadow I detect
Even if I become
confused as an old man
with my wits out of joint
As God is my witness
I have not sinned badly
but I am not dead yet
Death offers me some time
to choose my path to faith
or tells me to get bent
Original as death
may sound or trite to ears
well-versed beyond this point
Wax cannot melt away
the years or even tears
I lost crying upset
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