At night,

awake and no sleep,

I think of my demise,

with no regret or

bitterness,

but with gratitude’s 

release;

for I have been here—

lived!—and been

able to write, speak and love,

and that is enough

for one man,

for this soul with passion’s weight

who came with nothing

and will leave the same—

that is enough

when I contemplate

how much I have 

and the privilege it

has been to live

a life of manufactured choice.

 

25/1/2020