The Debtor

To all who are among us I bid you all farewell as the lid press down the eye another story tell. Drift me to a meadow at peace the ever last where all the times of sorrow rest only in the past. Judge me by mistake, for who does wear the crown? Win or lose the game the dice have rolled me down. As the end is final and all begins anew. Whether inch or mile, love travels back to you. Adieu to those who loved me. Why must this slip bereave? This part of what was lent me, is all I have to leave.