September, 2007
September, Sister death, looking at your face, I see myself
My end, fully developed, having changed its last
The darkness overwhelms all the pleasures
The silly jokes, the mirth, the parties, the cute girls
The card games, and silver medals, the ping-pong on Mondays,
The delectable desserts, Apple Cobbler and Fudge Fudge brownie,
And yet, it leaves me satisfied. You are the gateway to life.
Vainity falls away. Good riddance.
I am a marble statue, faint, indistinct, colorless,
And you teach me to be a real boy.
Glory to God Alone.
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