A Life
Life around me
describing words of Glory,
Her big brother, Death, surrounds me
at final chapter of my story.
I laugh and tear
while writing my blank pages.
I hold proze of Glory dear
so distant as Life ages.
Death gives hand
to my story's perfect ending.
I realize Life was grand.
I die. Glory is rewritten by author pending.
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