Epitaph

I had those times and watched how others lived. Surviving times like those when others died. One thousand years or ten sleeping I have died. It is not from out side in my soul was dropped. Dropped I watched by one I waited rising caught. Freed by one whom is no other more. Set free by slaves whom knew before, I was ever free. So you have dying never lived, but living wait to die? What leaving coming made you change my luck? Is this the time when I forgot one regret and how I fought. I lived and plowed for common means my harvest shared. If it made my fellow man some none the richer more, Where I have lived I have died, so many times before. What my mind my body does continues to accrue.