
There are moments when I can see the curtain in the distance, beyond which, is a question never answered, many guesses, but no facts There are moments when I would welcome a dreamless sleep, the nothingness, the absence of all There are moments when I feel guilty, for finding comfort in these moments, and for not raging against the night There are moments when I would welcome rebirth or reincarnation or an ascent to a better world, any chance to begin anew There are moments when I feel the pain of age, the accompanying tiredness, and long for relief that will not come Then there is this moment. Stop complaining, it is not your time to rest, suck-it-up, you have a job to do, take care of the ones you love
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