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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