BORROWED LIFE

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BORROWED LIFE

livin life on a borrowed time
it is his not mine
i'm only livin my life on borrowed time
i shell live not once but twice in his time
when the road ends
forgive my life show me the light
and there shell second life begin
i have done what i had done in my life time
i know i'll be remembered in your mind
forever may not be lost
what is damege has no price at his cost
for he shell take me in his hands
i'll shell step to him and tell him"i don't understand"
then he whispered in my ear
and said "child come here"
"my child your life is on borrowed time,
take my hand child and be free of mind"
then i knew my life was on borrowed time...

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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