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Withdrawn,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)