I used to write fun stories, long and short,
But now I sit and wonder if I ought
To make more of the wond'rous gift of life,
And put and end to tragedy and strife.
Therefore I wield my pen- now is my time,
Though I know not what to say in so few lines.
My time is short, I have not long to last
Before my rhyme must be secured, made fast.
And so here goes, I'll dive in, pen in hand,
Dipping pink toes in an inky-blue sand.