at some point.
before one
is placed
on each closed eye.
we add up what's going out
subtracting from what's
coming in.
we count the years left.
ten twenty,
maybe more,
maybe less.
maybe an hour, it all depends
on something
mysterious, something
you can't quite put
your finger on.
God, luck, destiny, fate,
call it what you may, but
still
you need those pennies
to get through
another day.
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