The Lesson
I keep on dying again.
Veins collaps, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
flesh Rotting and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
~Maya Angelou
(rest in perfect peace Danroy Henry)
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