My life, till now, again

I’ve time to heal and mend the ties between old friends,
to reassess my daily spend;
my life, till now, again.

There’s every chance I’ll die without ever knowing why
my better’s best and spirit’s high
when I don’t seem to try.

Come morning, wake from sleep and reap the daily keep,
thy eye is blind and would not weep
nor creep for nothin’ cheap.

With course I must contend, and preach as I pretend,
at least I’ve time to reascend;
my life, till now, again.

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