My Little Black Book of Books
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Requiem
And they sang my requiem
As I lay reposed in my eternal sleep.
And the journey I embarked on,
Had met its grand finale.
Things acquired, remembered, lived,
They would become dust.
I brought with me nothing,
And with nothing I departed.
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