All But Said

My life is my epitaph

Only I bid truly know

And for the rest to ponder

When I’m afar or long gone

Each moment I’d lived

An elegy whispered in its wake

Intimate truths revealed

To live and leave life

With nothing left unsaid

Even in silent rapture

Be of womb or tomb

My echoes within capture.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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