Page 95 of Pride
And death
comes
for
us
all.
It’s guaranteed.
Like the taxes you need,
to pay to the people who are full of greed.
None of us make it out alive.
But while we’re here we can do better than survive.
We can thrive.
We can create.
We can sing.
And we can paint.
We can live.
And breathe.
And smile.
And then.
Leave the world a better place,
for the next generation of the human race.”
He paused, and then, as he started to manoeuvre himself onto the gurney to lie down, he said,
“Arran was a broken soul.
But his demons roamed the earth.
And the voices of those that are left behind,
will pity him over what they find.
But don’t feel sorry for Arran.
No.
He lived his life as the star of the show.
He always had the last word.
And on the day he died,
