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Ghosts exist, 
oh, yes, they do, 
and someday that 
will be me and you. 
Dead and gone 
spirits hanging ‘round, 
always observing, 
not making a sound. 
Free of life’s guises, 
the wisdom of the dead, 
it sees all, knows all, 
trumps heart and head. 
It sees our mistakes, 
it knows who we are, 
but it’s now too late 
to stop this car. 
So while we live 
is the time to ask, 
will our ghosts feel 
we were up to the task? 
And if not, 
we can alter our course, 
so we will be remembered 
for better, not worse.