Above Despair
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Barry Middleton
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I wish to die in day old love
like leaving work on a good Friday,
in a good week, in a good year.
I want to never crest the hill,
but dream the landscape there
for disappointing heights I've topped.
I want to die painting hope
on a rare old rainy day
when light is all within.
I pray that gods, or law of odds
will choose a time above despair,
for no dread scythe must find me there.
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