God may reduce you
on Judgement Day
To tears of shame,
reciting by heart
The poems you would
have written, had
Your life been good.
~ W. H. Auden ~
I've read that over and over again. Stare and dissect every line. Swallowed every word. Digested and vomit it out and I lick my own vomit and still have the aftertaste in my mouth. If I am to write my own eulogy, I would have nothing to say about myself. If I am to take a piece of paper and start writing down everything that I've done, I will need a roll of paper from the printing press. It will take more than a year to review my life and I'll be reduced to tears with the actions that I've done since I was a child. It's still not too late to write a better one... I guess...
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