TODAY
By Alvin Benatovich - March 2004

This day always near
But I did not prepare
For the inevitable
And I don’t care

Life goes too fast
To fret and stew
At the end of the day
It matters what you do

The life you live
Is nasty brutal and short
It’s the only one you get
Or so they report



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