Tending to Ending

“It ends so often badly,” was the phrase.
I heard it recently, or maybe read
the syllables, but ever since it plays
recurrently, a worm inside my head,
a view I don’t dispute. In truth I dread
a bad decline. I plan to exercise
as many and as much before I’m dead,
to try to engineer a good demise.


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