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Sometimes I feel that life's a game
And we are but actors, on this stage.
The roles we play, were not ours to choose,
So some will win and others will lose.
Is that what life is all about?
Do we go silently or with a shout?

A quick hello; A long goodbye.
The life we live and wonder why,
One, who is good; It's not I,
Becomes ill and then we try
To determine, the reason why.
So it becomes, the long goodbye.

I came this way, I know not why,
For there were other paths I could try.
It matters, no more, as life is fast
And will soon be a footnote of the past.

The best things in this life are free.
Free from the hate and dependency
Of living your life with many a friend
And behaving well, so you don't offend
Or infringe on another's personal space,
Not knowing the color of their face.

Black oystercatcher trying to claim his rock, Camano Island, Rocky Point

It matters not, what you think of me,
For I will be what I want to be.
Free to write about my World view.
Free to write down words for you.
If you like them or if you don't,
It is your view, that always count.

A flower still blooms between us,
Although our love is past.
The passion that devoured us,
In this earthly life, is lost,
In the stars of the heavens,
So dark, on the night that didn't last.
Farewell my love, farewell to thee,
For with my passing, you will be free.

#sunset