It's a bit of hard one wisdom from the late poet France Right
Assuming this is the last day of my life
Which might mean it is almost the first
I'm struck blind but my blindness sees bright
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Prepare for what's known here as Death
Have no fear of that strange word forever
Even I can see there is nothing there
Nothing there to be afraid of
Having already been through forever
I'm unable to recall anything that scared me there or hurts
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That's Jim Watson
What frightens me
Apparently and hurt was been burn
But I got over that with no hard feelings
Dying, I am aging
It will be the same deal
Long summer maybe
But surely no more shocking or prolonged
It's dark as I recall, then bright so bright
It's dark as I recall, then bright so bright
Jim Watson