WE CANNOT FORESEE

They tell me that

they aren’t in a hurry to die

but when they die

they want to die in a hurry.

They  being so many people I know

and likely so many I don’t.

To languish is what we fear —

of course we do!

But to control our destiny?

We cannot foresee —

and between you and me

it’s probably best that way.

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