That’s strange! I meant
To write of the Fourth
Final Destination,
But I can’t.
It’s the way I see,
All the time.
I‘ve been ‘lucky’
Through the years,
I’m fifty, now. Yet,
I worked to get here!
I practiced safety,
Of my own life, to
Keep me alive.
What went wrong?
When I wittled, whisted,
Wandered here,
And there?
Time, I think, again.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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