I have awoken to an empty bed
And recollections of past sinning
With women.
I have felt spiritually dead
And fought to forget regret
In bed.
But, for a long time
I have engaged
Only in rhyme.
When I leave the stage
Only my rhyme may remain.
For there is no pain when dead.
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Thank you for sharing, Michael.