In the end

In the end,
it is only me
resting in the
laurels of my own
making

In the end,
here, sitting on a toadstool
spending time, like money
on pursuits I cannot
afford

In the end,
I will be a lonely poet
but not sad
melting into the
minds of the many

In the end,
I will die alone
Peacefully
No deathbed over
the ocean mist
with no regrets
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