July 14, 2015- Β Watching from a distance,
I see a beloved friend squirming, quite askance.
She witnesses, in agony, the movement of one close to her
As the Light beckons, and draws ever closer.
Change is a constant, it’s said
Yet, such is shattering, when the change means
Dead.
interesting piece π
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I really likt this poem, Gary.
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Thanks, Judy.
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