Expiration Date
We are all born equal and not in the
sense of assessing all the preferred and
admired attributes that mark the presence
of one gifted with the ability to excel in
all enterprises they may enter, but in the
very essence of being alive, in that the
gift no one really wants is that of an
expiration date. A date that no one
regardless of how gifted they may be
can ever begin to imagine, whether simply
through the auspices of advanced age or
accident, ill health, and even inheritance
all circumstances beyond control and a
matter of personal fate. Ill health becomes
no one, advanced age imperils everyone
and accident can also be construed as a
natural phenomenon such as for example
a dread disease that suddenly erupts and
handily sweeps the globe, unstoppable and
lethal for those whose expiration date has
most immediately moved closer to the final
date allotted by impermeable circumstance.
Tuesday, March 17, 2020
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Poetry
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