If someday oblivion, my human past, does bury,
I'm sure for some, but not for me, it will be scary.

I'll be the lucky one; no longer will I have worries,
as, around me, one or more of my caretakers scurries.

Well, I HOPE I'll have no worries IF it does happen,
and I'd hope that your willpower, it doesn't sappen.

And when my mind is fuzzy and doesn't remember,
I hope I'll die quickly, like some worn out, dying ember.

(October 2,2014)

Bri Edwards

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