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On Bucket-Kicking (after Keats', 'When I Have Fears') By Shuayb Mohammad

Sometimes I wonder whether I will kick

The bucket in the middle of the day—

You know, you've got somewhere to go and tick

Tock, time is up! It hurts but that's the way

It goes. Who knows what I'll be wishing I

Had finished when I sink into the earth?

Though I don't doubt I'd have just cause to cry

When judging what that cut-short life was worth,

I know I've gotta see the blinding light

Sometime—why not beneath a blazing sun?

I can't imagine death without a fight;

At dusk or dawn or noon there's something un

Decided, undiscovered, yet to meet.

I'd rather kick it hard with steady feet.

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