The Reckoning
You don't take anything with you when you die
Yesterday Open to regret Until today ends Dare the past Overshadow the future Never 'Til the final die is cast. Trepidation at thoughts Anchored without sound Knowledge Eking out slow sorrow Acceptance lay in Narrowing prospects Yielding Tasteless fruit Harvested in Ignorance Nullifying Growth Will the time Infused in every sinew Temper random seeding 'til it Holds? You are given now Options before us, Unaware When tomorrow dawns Honest in its recording Every bite in gluttony Numbs satiety Yet Our choices Uncover futility Designing to live Immortal in Eternity.
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Ms Jade
Ms Jade writes by listening inward — where stories wait beneath the surface.
Some things you’re told to follow. Some things you have to feel out for yourself. I write in between— learning as I go.
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