Be mindful
of those proverbial
famous last words. . .

For you do not yet know
right now
when you could utter
the very ones
that one day will become–
which you’ll have spoke
in nonchalance
and selfish arrogance. . .

So, in order to disable
the strong turning gears
that may propel toward this,

take one long glare
at that relentless arrogance,
with all its thoughtless myths,
and tell yourself
it’s time you tabled this!

to take up a simple elegance
that speaks
what’s needful, true, and kind,
direct from your own deepest heart
and highest self and mind,

for one day comes
the time
when even you shall pass. . .

And it’s just
a select few
who’ll ever pick the words
that form their epitaph.

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