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Second Life

KS,beachI see the toils of my travels, the trappings of my success.

I see the miles of road ahead of me, my legs will weary yet.

I see the habits of my destruction, the lessons I must learn.

I see the conquests of my desires, the paper from one divorce grasped within my hand.

I see the accomplishments of my peers, to gain comfort in their shadow.

I see the career I once had marred by medical retire..

SO I begin my “Second Life”, I feel the noose of fear tighten.

Will I die before I live?

A Poem by Sue E. Wilson

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