At least this can be said of me

When my life is over and I am done
Whether I’ve lost or whether I’ve won
At least this can be said of me
I lived my life, my way and free

I lived my life as I saw fit
Never a care for fads, not a bit
I set my standards hard and fast
Young perhaps, but they did last

Then somewhere along the path of deeds,
I lost my footing on fear that breeds
Within the soul of working man
Thus cutting me off from the human clan

Left fragile I struggled to carry my load
Sacrificing no part of my chosen code
I still reached out as time allowed
To others who staggered in the crowd

And I offered my arm, worn but strong
To keep them upright and moving along
By giving my arm, our combined strength
Carried us over the road’s full length

I shared with one, I shared with all
Whether the last of my food, or violent brawl
And though the sharing added to my plight
I kept at it each day and night

So that now as I stand at death’s front door
Worn and tired, exhausted and sore
At least this can be said of me
I lived my life, my way and free

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