DUST

They say you need to , “Level up 
You need ambition, need a goal 
Don’t wanna have regrets and shame
When you’re tired and very old.”

Does it really matter, though?
All the hand held certificates
The classes and the papers
How beneficial or significant?

In fifty years …. I’ll be dead and gone
No one will know my name
Does that really matter now?
In the end …. it’s all the same.

Tried to make a good impression
Really wanted to fit in
Every rung upon the ladder
Followed through right to the end.

All my loved one’s …. turned to dust
I got left here on my own
The last lone survivor 
Sitting here, so all alone.

Another trip around the sun
It could clearly be my last
Don’t want to waste my time
Always living in the past.

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Image: Google Images. Viking Masek

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

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