Monday, February 20, 2023

Last Place

 Last Place ⒸDonna Rae Lands 

The famous and the infamous...high upon their mountaintop...

Wandering in glory...singing rivers of songs that never stop...

All have tears...all have fears...

Just like us...

They too are destined to travel...

This musty road that leads to dust to dust...

Rhythm and blues are not exclusive to just one...

Happiness is for all...

Not just for the fortunate daughter and blessed son...

Those that are many are a lot...

Those that are few...are not...

Pure love is that of faith, charity, hope, and grace...

Life at the finish line is a one-horse race...

Concerning death, though...Tis better to be last… than to be in first place.

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