I hope my final breath
Carries no woeful regret,
Leaving as light as a feather
Not heavy with pressure.
May it be one with the wind,
Forever moving and free;
Representing a life of glee
As pure as one can be.
I hope my final breath
Carries no woeful regret,
A life unlived and far from acceptance,
And final breaths leaving in reluctance.
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Struggler (Pseudonym) (
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Accepting a final breath will come as we transit is a signal of your own inner strength and acceptance of reality.
Few among us will be regarded as having moved the world one step on whereas we all live our existence as the world moves and we all depart with the world bustling on around us.
I agree with every line of that - and have mentioned my impending end on several occasions here. I don't make it an obsession beyond the hope I go quietly.
That final breath will carry not regret but will take your happiness to another place.
Andy
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