Before my time comes nigh
Let me prepare my reprise
And let imagination devise
A life newly comprised
Of only highs most high.
Oh, and before I die
Let all my prizes rise
And fulfill all my tries
All without surprise
While I reach for skies.
Oh, and before my demise,
Let me close my eyes
And dream of other lives
Where personal disguises
Become real and realized.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
