A Wake-Up Call - Poem by Dave Cole
As I pace back and forth along the plank of life,
Death whispers solemnly in solitude.
'Hear me old fool of folly as I draw to my realm
So that you're no longer so...'
I pause and I realize the length at best
Is a shortening shortened end!
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