Compared to him
I had life easy.
Compared to him
I took death hard.
Compared to him
I held on fiercely
Compared to him
I kicked and fouight.
When he died
I lost tomorrow.
When I lived
I found today.
When death comes
may I meet it
may I meet it
with good grace
I learned from him.
I share your same hope in the last stanza, Victoria. I pray for courage.
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