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GeorgeManos
by on March 2, 2019
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Better Played

What happens when your last breath will leave
Did I ever think it could be otherwise?
Do I even care from this fate a reprieve
I think I couldn’t ask unless this gift did realize.

Even then, I am only a mortal man on a lease
Though during its term didn’t think it would end
I would like to leave while my mind at peace
But I would lie and every fairy tale offend.

Then I be should be grateful for the final curtain
Of my life’s play where only tragedy has been staged
And though happy acts known the bitter end certain
My epitaph will only state sorrow’s part better played.

For I know I am losing one who won the central part
And all the scenes in between not betray the climax
For when I must leave this stage so, too, your heart
Why regret leaving where scripted out our romance?

Posted in: Poetry
Topics: romance, love, poetry, nature