Through It All
Death
aint in no hurry
it aint in no race
but
it's always behind you
keppin an
even pace
and
if you turn around
it will stare you
right in your face
take another step forward
take another breath
keep looking ahead
we know what the alternative is instead
is death
dont want to think about it
know one does
take another hit
get another buzz
there has to be some comfort
when you realize
it isnt what you got
but
what you have learned
and
what you have been taught
if asked
what did I do
knowing
death was giving it's shove
I will say
through it all
I loved
HC Holbert
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