Not My Fault

I’m not responsible for it happening
    the way it did.
There’s nothing I could have done
    to stop it.

Everyone procrastinated about it
    until the end.

Now most are gone, slow or fast,
    except the deep shelter ones,
    and they have no one left to blame
    except themselves.

—a man
  Grand Teton Range
  North America

 
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