Life is a virus,
Welcomed by all.
Death is the cure,
Welcomed by none at all.

Yet I've lived a life so tangled,
Put through a wringer, mangled.
Think I'd be willing to give it up,
Not caring for all the Fandango.

Strange in the world out here,
It seems here are people I fear.
For some reason alien to me,
That still want me so I believe.

So I'll carry on with my life,
With my children and wife.
In serinity trying to be demure;
Knowing that in the end,
I'm waiting for the cure.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-06-10 at 07:27

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A novel way of putting it for sure. :) Blessings, Allen