I once heard a story about a man
Who fell to the ground from a heart attack,
He remembers floating like Peter Pan
Above his body, stunned, taken aback;
He saw himself there, then saw a bright light,
Peace and then excitement came over him,
He went toward the light without a fight
Before coming back; he said on a whim.
Now you see the bright light of your future,
You move to it with some hesitancy
At first, but the enticement, the allure
Rouses vigor, youthful intensity;
Run to the light without the least regret,
Things for you are not as good as they'll get.
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