Before I cross that final bridge…

I have to bridge the gap between
My rumoured health and tumoured strokes
To share with all the beauty of
The mojo in these chemo jokes.

I have to bridge the gap between
My daily needs and nightly knacks,
To stand the tailing heat behind
The comet in my income tax.

I have to bridge the gap between
The “Aah!” of myth and “Ain?” of facts
To wrap some meaning all around
The text inside my best extracts.

I have to bridge the gap between
My ripened being and peeling breath
To go with sweet aromas of
The God inside my mango death.

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