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Life is short

I watched a movie trailer this afternoon.
Poignant, exciting, teasing
Promising the thrill of a two-hour sabbatical.
I read of an author writing a trilogy.
He’s just starting on the third book,
Promising an epic, nerve racking climax.
A new game will be out soon on Xbox.
Sometime next year, probably.
I like games, I want to play this one.
I met a girl last week, she gave me her phone number.
Told me to call her sometime.
She wants to go to college, live a life of dreams.
They say there’ll be a man on Mars someday.
Someday, all the fighting in the world will stop.
Someday, we’ll find a cure for global warming,
Famine, corruption, terrorism,
Maybe even the common cold!
We can all hope, I suppose.
I wish I could see it all.
Watch that movie, read that final book.
Play that game,
Maybe fall in love with that girl from last week.
I wish I had the time.
I wish they’d found a cure for cancer.
The doctors gave me six months.
I wish I could have lived longer.

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