He doesn’t fret about heart attacks,

Doesn’t fear Strokes or the Big C

Because he’s already met these masters

And that has set him free


He doesn’t have a future

He’s the sins of all his past

Can’t stop the present passing by

Way too fast


He doesn’t think he’s all-important

Or figure you should anyhow

Life used to belong to others

But his time is now


You can accept all his I’m sorry’s

Or curse him up and down

But he cannot make things better

Because he just won’t be around


He’s goes to bed real early

Saying thank you for the day

And if he dies before next morning,

Well he says that’s it’s okay


When the curtain starts a-dropping,

He’ll take his final bow

Then life will belong to others

But his time is now.

A posting from Kevin McGill’s The Possible Ks

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