Statistically, we are sorrier at death for the things we didn’t do than for those we did.

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Recorded Reading (1:36): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/c41jdz87nmut024eahhns/Fulfillment.mp3?rlkey=o6sq3euu5egff3tqik852omdc&dl=0

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Fulfillment

I’m glad, I’m glad I didn’t wait
Didn’t dither, hesitate,
Leave it till it was too late
The mem’ries of this life create

Some turned out better, it is true,
Than others of them seemed to do
And then there were those awful few
‘Twere up to me, I would redo

Some my entire poor life upturned
But if I’d any of them spurned
I’d not have their good lessons learned ~
What wisdom would I then have earned?

And, now old age is bending me
At hip and back and neck and knee,
I look behind ~ what would I see
In searching my fond memory?

I have walked with high and low
Their each perspective come to know
And I have been beloved, oh!
And hated, too ~ but this you know

I’ve learned the very equal worth 
Of every creature here on Earth
Those of tears and those of mirth ~
All any of us can give birth,

Since birth to death we ever ran,
Since what we know as time began,
Within our terrestrial span:
Fulfillment of the Divine plan

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Homeless until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ this poet presently lives under perpetual threat of towing with all possessions should her 23-year-old van stop running for any reason.

She is badly in need of a modest reserve with which to field any emergency which might occur.

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