I didn't wait for death to come to me
I wrote my poems against the night
I stood where the light is
And laughed at the end of time -
I knew I had to make joy and love and wonder
My allies
And I went on seeking beauty and truth
And doing kindness and goodness-
I did not abandon anyone
But inside me spoke to them
Even when the ground became their home
I fought on
I fight on -
Let them say of me one day
If they say anything
Which I of course doubt
‘He went through it all with the guts and gusto of a very happy man
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