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At the End

 

At the end,
What regrets will you hold?
What projects were too bold
to attend?
Which actions seemed too cold?
When did you take too much heat?

All in all,
Did you live a full life?
Or were you torn by strife,
Feeling small
On the edge of a knife,
As if the world had you beat?

And what now,
When all you know will change?
Will the next life be strange?
And just how
Will good and evil range?
And who will you get to meet?

Do you know
Just how to make your peace
In one final release?
Just let go
And all pain will cease.
Then even death will seem sweet.

 


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At the End, by Paul Cales, © 1988