Not Dead Yet

2 old 2 be a legend.

2 young to be a corpse.

If I had 2 pick just 1—

I’d stay alive o’ course.

Vanity, she combs my hair.

Conceit cleans up my face.

Futility conveniently

Sleeps-over at my place.

Tried to be a shadow.

Until the lights turned on.

Got caught in a kabuki jar—

My alibi was gone.

I’ve hurt 2 many people.

Seen 2 many bleed.

Watched their life-force fade away—

As uncle death suc-ceeds.

2 old 2 be a legend.

2 young to be a stiff.

Sorrow shames my epitaph—

Then slowly says, “What if?”

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