Sunset at Noon
I always thought that when it came I’d be ready for the end. By that time I’d be resigned and tame. But what if I still want to live, still want to grow? What if I still have gifts to give and I’m not ready to go? What if I am to young still, not old though to die? What if I want to wait until I’ve experienced life to say goodbye? Maybe I should not text and drive. Life is a privilege, easily taken away. So don’t make the mistake , just wait till the car is off and you are safe. They would say you were taken away to soon. Your time had just begun, the sun of your life set at noon. Where ever you are, nearby or far, please realize, that driving distracted is a dumb way she acted.
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