4.These Waiting Years
i don't want to write my eulogy
just to sing it for my own years and ears
but this ghost of meaning is all i've left to spare
a timely birth for what it is i deliver
yet all too distant for shallow listens
too personal for strangers
but then when i'm gone and it's forever
will you lend your soul for just two minutes
will the spirits tear and grant me heaven
or will i wait having tried
having failed for then as for now
oh these waiting years
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