Infancy Elderly
Coming in a scream
And leaving with a sigh
Between, touchings of you and I
Left are questions wondering why
Fallen are hearts troubles like a dream
Wrapped in cloth then torn away by the seam
Eyes everywhere unnoticed, eyes closed fast
Then open, seeing blind guided to what was before
Hearing stories of those gone on, lived on in lore
Closed now are actions, movements, to the very core
A witness, lover, friend sees this come to past
Watches this one go and asks, what will last?
What of the goodness of my dear friend?
What of my heart with its broken things to mend?
What is to come, what happens at life’s end?
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