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Believing
By JoHannah P. Green
He died believing he would never die.
He died trusting invisible gods.
He died believing a minute more would bring
one more pleasure.
He died believing the clock would turn back
and youth would reenter his helpless body.
a miracle!
a miracle!
(Or do we die thinking “Is this all there is, then?”
Surprise!
Surprise!)
He died believing pretty stories
of angels, clouds and harps.
His body no longer able to bear
“…the whips and scorns of Time.”
He died with his Golden Years
tarnishing in the setting sun -
a vanishing point,
long gone,
framed by the rear-view mirror.
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