maybe as a sick,
sad, lonely old man
or perhaps trapped
in a car wreck, bleeding out, in horrible pain
or sick with
something terminal in early middle age
I don't know
but I'm worried
that I'll be there
and the thought of
everything I'd always wanted to do, but hadn't
comes to me,
crashes onto me like a tsunami
and I die in
regret
and that's my
eternity
this is my fear
however
if I do have to
die
I hope to die
in the midst of a
beautiful thought
like the dream I
sometimes have
where I see hope,
courage, transcendence, and grace
as real as wolf
cubs playing together in a meadow
yes, I can see
them
and they quickly
grow
into sturdy,
majestic adults
they soon notice
my presence
and devour me
I go peacefully
I even have a
little smile on my face
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