a life not yet lived


A Life Not Yet Lived

When I’m gone
I’m gone.


Don’t bring
me back.


What you
bring back
is not me
it’s a
gross caricature
of what
I was,
something death
has already
claim to,
something you
out of
a profound


Instead sponsor
a starving
child in
Africa Asia
or Detroit,
it doesn’t
matter where.


Save a
life that’s
not yet
been lived,
not one
that’s over.

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