How often
Will I be asked
To answer
The call
To open my heart
To Love
Until
A lasting armistice
Is declared
And my arsenals
Disarmed
When I can
Adore
With open arms
Those embraced
Free to alight
Upon the next breath
When I can
Forgive mysel
And others
Until realizing
There’s
Nothing to forgive
When the success
Of others
Is
As satisfying
As my own
When I’m at
Peace
Knowing I reside
On no “A” list
Anywhere
And an
Unmarked grave
Can still signify
A life
Well-lived
If I have
To ask
I will still
Receive rhe call
R. O’Neill (November 19, 2018)
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