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My
life lives me...
My life lives me...
It meets me in the doorway
and gently beckons
I bow and at time, silently follow
On occasions I side-step the beckoning
and crawl through a window.
I've even been known to
flip open the cellar door
and emerge through the dark basement
creeping up the creaky stairs
through the kitchen.
There's a back door, but that usually misfires
and leaves me in a dark corner
of the garage.
My life lives me...
yet I have choices
The invitation...not mine,
presents itself as an Ultimatum...?
"Respond in the affirmative
or suffer!
Live the consequences of refusal?"
My life lives me...
Wilbur I. Smith
June '09
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