On My Bed Of Death Poem by shannon wright

On My Bed Of Death

I wonder what I will think
as I lay on my bed of death.

will I wish I hadn’t been so pragmatic
thought with my heart, head be damned

Or will I be glad for the road I chose,
and grateful to the life I led.
1-15-08


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shannon wright

shannon wright

stuttgart, germany
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