by joetwo

I am spent.

I have nothing left,

The fires that have sustained me have finished

Consumed all of their fuel,

But I am not sad,

For I have lived, That I have used my life’s force in the pursuit of happiness, of love should be celebrated,

Not pitied.

For a life well lead always has an end

To meet your end knowing that you have giving it all, all that the gods have provided to you

That is a good way to go.

I am done,

I am finished,

But I have lived.