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A Life Well Spent

From the beginning, an ending was pending. It

hovered and tinctured dreams that seemed

benign until we climbed astride and rode night-

mares unawares until dawn found its way to

 another fretful day.


 We breathe and believe time is ours, a bite at a

Time, while doing our best to push the end away.

Some find relief in the belief that their rights are

of origins divine, that a life well spent will win

a lasting reward.


But if, perchance, this is fantasy, an outcome

More assured is to bias our lives towards help-

ping others win their little struggles to help

them snuggle up against what is understood

to be good.

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