Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
A Wake-up Call
As I pace back and forth along the plank of life,
Death whispers solemnly in solitude.
'Hear me old fool of folly as I draw you to my realm
So that you're no longer so.'
I pause and I realize the length at best
Is a shortening shortened end!
Written by David Cole
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