Poem Forty-Eight - Let Me

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     There are those who would rather die in their bed,
But me, let me take the fall for someone else instead,
     Someone who shouldn't be claimed cold and dead,
Let me take their fall instead.

Sometimes I think of it,
And no matter what, it's not something I'll forget,
Even though, my role, that's not it,
Let me take it, death's bullet.

     As long as it was a good person,
And not some kind of terrible one,
     I'd gladly take it, before they're gone,
And know I was not the only one.

     July 11, 2016

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