It will not matter one bit to me where my last remains will lay
Or whether I am cremated or left to naturally decay
Under the ground of some cemetery wherever that may be
My journey will be over then and all of the same to me
Even if I die tomorrow I will die satisfied
That though I never became a poet to become one my best I tried
Shackled by our limitations the winners in life are rare
And of our limitations we all should be aware
Mine is not a false modesty I mean it when I say
That I am a poetaster and though I pen stuff every day
To such I am addicted with words I love to play
Like I say no false modesty I see myself in that way
If I should die tomorrow I will have found my lasting peace
And from the cares of living my eternal release.
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