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Closing the Circle

By Jim Burns


When I was young

Death was old

and due to its wisdom

was in control.

I was sick

and didn’t care

so Death grew bored

and left me there.

As months turned to years

it followed me

a jungle beast

toying with prey,

until again it tired of me

and went away,

and I sported

the immortal’s armor

for many a year,

but Death again

is on the hunt,

I hear it

I smell it

I’ll feel it one day,

and now that I’m old


seems again young

and back

in control.


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