its okay to die
its okay to grow old
i’m not asking for much
and i’m okay to go
whenever death comes
leave me peaceful in a place
with poems on pages
rustling in a breeze
have children and theirs
quiet at my side
knowing what it was like
to love and be loved
i’ll be okay
i’ve never asked for much
i’ve been a simple man here
and simplicity was enough
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