Wednesday, February 12, 2020

The Business of Death ~ Wednesday, 12 February 2020

With nothing in order, 
it can happen that fast, 
time stops for no reason, 
how and when matters not, 

not that I can foresee, 
of my own slow decline, 
thought I was building up, 
however endurance 
indeed lasts but one race, 
no one sees the thread cut, 
given we are not gods, 

if I cannot settle 
nothing of finances, 

only time stops for me, 
remember me with salt, 
dare to help each other, 
even if past is past, 
remain calm, ghosts can't breathe. 

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