death

He didn’t get to be a traveler

He, too, wanted to be an adventurer

She put it in his head he could enhance his status as a lecturer

She made it seem a delight

But it had always given him a fright

He wanted to explore

And to adore

But darkness always creeped up

And he needed to dress it up

Yet, she gave him hope to kick the dust

And, he do bought into wanderlust

But that was to wait for the afterlife

Maybe then he’d be a traveler

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