It is waiting this I know.
Were all aware that we must go.
Some know early some know late.
But we're all aware that it's our fate.
It comes unbidden and it will pluck
us from our misery or our luck.
Sometimes we aid it by being insane,
but it doesn't care. It's all the same.
Makes no difference short or tall
with lots of baggage or none at all.
It doesn't care if your happy or sad.
The end game is his, you will be had.

Thomas A Logsdon 2/10/2016 c/o

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