But For a Gold Mine

I can sense the end is near
I'm ready
Bring it
Comforting and comfortable
I've lived enough lives
To make up for all my sins
I embrace them all
Gladly owned
I am a collector
So I hold this globe
Willing it to be the last thing I see
The last thing I touch
My life
Good and evil
I might have been a great man
But for a gold mine
Now all I have are these memories
Longings for love, achievement, a childhood sled
The nostalgia of lost innocence 
With effort I can look out the window
At my huge world
But this small snow globe will do
It's everything

© Poem Fix 2012
Photo: © Turner Home Entertainment

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