Not My Time

Don't know how
Don't know why
But I found myself crying,
praying to the sky

I tried to hold on
To look up high
To seek that warm corner,
to escape goodbye

And before surrendering,
I swore to try-
To make them understand,
that it's not my time to die....

by Amy Phillip

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'Distinction' is only the beginning of a potentially poignant poem which could have been further developed in lyric and rhyme to show how while we are all but clay, the variations in how we respond as we are 'neaded' by life determines whether we harden to brick, soften to mire, or come to be somewhere in between.