spent
how do you reach the end of your life
with no regret?
i was told once it would be impossible,
that all lives decay into might-have-beens.
but here i swear,
i swear to god, i swear to my fellow man,
i will be infinite.
i will be relentless.
i will reach the end of my life,
spent with years of serving my brothers and sisters.
i will not settle.
i will not cease in my pursuit.
i will not run from the cost of pouring out my life.
i will teach-- teach others to tell their stories.
because words are limitless,
and as long as their stories live on, so will i.
and here, as i see the upturned faces of children
waiting to learn,
to read, to write, to tell their stories to the world,
i look into their eyes, full of wonder, full of hope,
full of stories waiting to be written,
i know i am seeing my own infinity.
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