One day I also will pass – in memory of those murdered in Paris on November 13th 2015

“Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism 
or in the darkness of destructive selfishness”
– Martin Luther King Jr

One day I also will pass.

It may be in mid-November, when

the days grow short.

Or after a last drink,

an apéro en terrasse

with friends.

I may be ill. I may be old.

I may be young. I may be alone.

It could happen in Paris.

Or maybe New York.

Perhaps in Rome?

When my candle goes out,

when the smoke dissolves into

thin air, let it be.

But let it be said: I lived.

And I loved.

That's all:

nothing more.