Audit
On borrowed time I might stay
As multiplying aches abound
The will is there but I must say
Each day's reprieve keeps me around.
This old machine's dilapidated
I've earned my full life depreciation
The strength is slowly being debited
My books are due for investigation.
To heaven I'm ready for my accounting
The plus and minuses will rate me
But sure I did my best in living
And my fees are paid for in eternity.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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