Do What You Love
I met a man of eighty-two
and what was it he loved to do?
He loved to sew with needle and thread.
He did it as he lay dying in bed.
I asked him why he did this thing?
He looked at me and then confessed
'Because it's the thing that I do best.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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