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Poetry from within

Four Ten Thousandths of One Percent

I donít want you to remember me every day of the year

I donít intend that your life is impacted

I donít hope you spend more time thinking of me then your loved ones

I donít crave a reminder on every street

Please enjoy your freedom

Discover new passions

Laugh at comedians

Go to the park

Tickle your partner

Pay a bit extra and lounge in the good seats at the movies

Watch the Grand Prix

Take a nap

Have a pint

Let your wife beat you at scrabble

Walk your dog

Fight for the good lounger on your holiday

Love black cherry ice-cream

Invest in your business

Adore your kids

Appreciate a cool wind on a sunny day

Revel in your 6-nations victory

Rock with that band you have always wanted to see

Feel guilty you are eating a jam doughnut

Suffer that hangover

Relish your new car

Learn to make fudge

Why? Because I canít do any of those things anymore

In return I ask is that you stop for 2 minutes once a year.

You would be giving up zero, point, zero, zero, zero, three eight percent of your year, for which I gave up my life.

© Feb 2015

Sam Steele