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Good Luck Next Time
GOOD LUCK, NEXT TIME
Had the God, in heaven, sent me an advance SMS
That I am slated to die to-night at the stroke of six
I would take bath thrice and stay trim and fresh
In readiness of the journey, freed from the chaotic mess
Before, I had not donated blood even once
This day, I think of all nice things at once
My organs and parts are under distress sale
For this lot in full, would go as waste and stale
I banged into the church and fell at the alter
Probing my sins, filed a counter
All those saints were in tears and tight-lipped
That their hands are tied for a last- minute reprieve
I ran to the bank and drew all the money I had
Looked around, in search of an honest ward
Whom I can trust, to begin a Trust in my name
To do something good, to pump my soul into heaven
I apologize to all whom I might have hurt
And recollect those favors which I had forgot
My hour has come - I find everything bitter
At least, in the next lease of life,
……………I thus resolve to fare better.
Louis Santhana
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Santhana Louis
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