Going Poem by William B. Deutscher

Going

Distance to empty
it's far too late.
The time of your life
is an altered state.
Mark the occasion,
tab it as done;
you're no different
than anyone.
Something looks good
at the end of the line,
take me in clover,
wait for a sign.

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