I don’t know how far anyone’s blood can run.
But we all will go, sins and all, and in so many ways
face our fate and ask for mercy.

When it comes down to it, our stay here is ever so quick,
and yet maybe 24 hours a long journey to it. Still, it moves.

Seems there’s something to Shakespeare’s wit.
Like life. Brevity to it.

But with bite.

Published by Other People's Flowers, 2019

Written by Joe Bisicchia on 31/03/19
© 2019 Joe Bisicchia

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