One day frail and fragile,
I shall lie, with time to while,
Counting down all alone,
Closing on a life to bemoan.
Time, while still is there,
I should try to, life, repair,
Grab it today, by the horn,
Looking back not to mourn.
What is, that hold me back,
The clichés I should wrack,
Live, I should in the moment,
Not fear the future and lament.
Today is as good as any,
Reasons there are aplenty,
Fortunate I am in that account,
Blessings many I have in count.
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