As life goes on,
there comes a time
I’ve got to don
my very best

Too long
have I longed
for hot or warm
but settled for
just tepid. . .

So, right now
I will cut brave paths
and sing out
joyful, loud and strong,
to do my best–

another fleeting moment pass,
and I’ll have missed
my chance– my last–
for I’ll have waited far too long,

and therefore got decrepit.

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