We who have harvested many years

are not quite ready to add our cheers

to the way the world is now —

the one, for a time, we served in various ways

and today sit back with little more than watching.


Our legacies scanned now through our memories

before the eulogies commence

are enough to make us wonder

whether or not we’ve done enough

to warrant another chance

should there be another chance to be.


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