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Unexpected Visit

Just sharing some wisdom in a prose that is just a reminder to some if not all: LIVE!

“Hey Hey Hey…

Death Angel, Death Angel done came to see me, so I knew my time wouldn’t run me much longer.
I gotta.. I gotta go,
Gotta let the wind know
How much I appreciate the cool air on my cheek.
Gotta let the foundations of the Earth know
How much I appreciate the ground under my feet.
How I love bird song..and the night long.
You know when, like sometimes I can’t sleep and I’m just up.
But I appreciate being up and being alive.

Hey Hey Hey…
I gotta…I gotta go,
Gotta let my family know
How much I’ll miss them
Gotta let my friends know
How much I love ‘em and their laughter and their comfort
How I appreciate their presence

Death Angel, Death Angel done came to see me, and it..it ain’t much time for me left.
But then again, it never was.
I gotta.. I gotta go,
Gotta let that man know,
I ain’t neva been one to fall in love recklessly be fo’,
But Jack, I’m ready to tumble down that hill if’n he will, go wit me– that is
Jill asked “Is it the way?..” oh it most certainly is…

Death Angel, Death Angel done seen me, done gave me a high five and I realize, it’s high time for me to start living.
Start living, start living, start living..
Wish I hadn’t waited til death came to start living.
Death Angel done came to see me
But then again he coming fo’ us all one day.
You just don’t know when.
Don’t wait to die to let living begin.”

-The End

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