Turned Back Into Song

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

Giving and taking,

 both day and night

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

Some then mistaken,

 some often right

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

Last right of refusal,

 the one holding tight

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

The lows though not many,

 the pain always right

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

Words ever radiant,

 the music so fair

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

The sweetness of children,

 my soul they ensnared

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

The darkest of moments,

 their message to share

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

A voice though unchosen,

 inside me declares

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

As the days grew short,

 and the visitors came

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

Their voices cry out,

 calling my name

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

One verse was enough,

 no time to explain

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

My final breath,

 a lasting refrain

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

The money fleeting,

  any fame now gone

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

A 5-star boardinghouse,

 no curtains drawn

 

On my own terms,

 I lived my life

With arms open wide,

  and the peace to move on

 

On my own terms,

 I ended my life

All that I’ve written

 —turned back into song

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

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