Ain't No Fun Waiting Round to Be a Millionaire

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Mother earth opened her arms this morning and welcomed me into her waiting womb.

What will I see just before I die? Will it bring me a smile? Sometimes I sit and wonder.

Right on the edge of our vision, that's where the quest always seems to begin.

Will I find myself sitting on the edge? Or would I already have jumped over? Am I still alive?

Vision blurred by a dark glass while frantically searching for a light among the bent reeds.

Like the bamboo learn to bend with the wind because the stiffest tree tends to break.

What will I see just before I die? Will it bring me a smile? Only time will tell us.

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Thursday, 21 January 2021

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