Do you have enough stories,
have you told enough tales
Is your life overflowing,
with a need to regale
Have the roses you've smelled,
lined your heart or your mind
Is the path that you've chosen,
ahead or behind
Is your life worth a novel,
or even a poem
Are the years all connected,
or scattered and broken
If you leave only money,
or fortune, or fame
The last chapter unwritten
—and lost in refrain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November,2019)
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