I had another reminder that time is running out
Will there one day be a legend?
Is it for that I strive?
Nothing left here
No thing
Left
It seems that the further I go, the further back I get*
I’ve got shovels for deeper digs
But I won’t let you cry
Please shed no tears
For me
Now
A made-up form, lines of syllables; 14, 8, 6, 4, 2, 1
* appropriated from Mudhoney
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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