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My Last Hurrah
with a tip of my hat and a sigh on my lips I walk out the door on my final footsteps left over right, one over the other what was my traditional gait will soon fall asunder to the mystery of it all, the final beck and call the heavy weight you feel the moment before you're pulled under and finally see it all now I have no regrets, I lived my life well I have many a story spun of the times I climbed and the times I fell though I gambled and rolled as I lived the charmed life, my soul I never did sell I laid in the gutter and stared at the stars I've breathed the air of freedom, and seen the world from between the bars held the weight of the world, I've let my spirit sore been the rapist of queens and the lover of whores a life built out of the essence of fiction and lore fired my bullets and drew my blade I've stood by my conviction and laid waste to the vicious parade there were heights, and great depths spoke truths to the world, and secrets I have kept to be the lead actor in this global stage and felt the range of emotions from tranquility to rage I've bitterly loved and passionately lost reaped the heat of hatred and tasted successes bitter frost its been a full life, with my story well told so that the warmth of my courage will still beat on as my body turns cold so let the script of me be heard and hailed let loose the embellishment and tell of me in tall tales of all of my grandiose accomplishments and only a few of my fails
I'll own the stage perform my life as though it was a show I'll collect the end roses take solace in that all I have known -in the aura of my final bow- all the things I know of not I will know of now
-close curtain-
free verse done for the challenges 'aura of my final bow' and 'tall tales'