Other than my son in lost innocence; whom never did cry
Before i leave this impure planet to exhale with final sigh
May you know that while most live ..this is how they choose die
Praying is not to get upon your knees and do nothing at all
Doing something is picking up that tired, threadbare ball
Careless is the person who keeps his hoarding self hungry
Blessed is the conscious creature who chooses to not flee
I will go down without tears or carefully written eulogy
By raising myself up I have given of myself, gratefully
'May the best man' take over from badly injured me
Might he be granted inner sight to soundly stop and see
With breath of beauty may love be what rules this world
Too many cold hearts with skinny lower lips, unfurled
Donate what cannot be ever replaced by miserly fear
The 'time' is now and forever; I feel this; loud and clear!
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