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Withdrawn,

Very shy,

Wondering why

She had to leave;

“She’s gone,”

He must sigh,

Breathing a cry

With which to grieve.

Hidden,

Vaguely heard,

One single word

Unwillingly said;

Ridden,

Guilty bird,

It occurred

To him, “Better dead.”

Nearing

Bitter strife,

He took a knife

And set it at his belt;

Fearing

His hurt wife,

He took this life,

A final blow he dealt.

Soaring,

Down he viewed,

Not knowing who’d

Do such a dastardly thing;

Roaring,

“I’ve been screwed,”

He changed his mood,

Seeing the Karma he’d bring.

“Oh, please

Allow me

The chance to be

A better person on the Earth;

Release

Me to see,

With a will, free,

What I can do with a new birth.”

God granted him the choice to reincarnate,

Which all goes to prove it’s never too late.

(written in 1978)