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Atonement ©

John McCormick
Orillia, Canada
2008

Had I but just
three weeks to live,
I wonder what Id do?
The things unsaid,
the books unread.
Would only be a few.
Of many.
No need to sail,
or fly the world,
nor chase some hidden goal.
Some things are all
within my grasp,
In what some
may call the soul,
if any such exists in me,
it has been hard to find.
Its there at times
in all of us,
in acts of being kind
to others.
Id face the
threat of being soon dead,
and with quiet introspection.
I would go out,
and clean my shed,
then,
prepare for resurrection.



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