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The Albatross

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Albtaross

I’ve hung no albatross
Round their necks,
For my bar is not set high.
But there’s a fear
That drives me,
To do more before I die.

Why do I wish for?
To have given more?
And is it just a selfish desire?
Am I searching for meaning
In my scuttling life
With some fuel for a dying fire?

I’ve walked by gravestones
And park benches,
And their names they called to me.
I’m saddened by whispers
Of their futile wishes,
For immortality.

Shall I lay myself humbly?
On my cross?
And serve all the needs in my way?
Such deeds may not be
Remembered in stone
But will help somebody here today

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Written by thus.i.wrote

January 29, 2015 at 11:54 am

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