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| photo source: Gordon Haslett |
I wish on stars but see a waning moon
And though I want to be there til the end
I fear that I may pull away too soon
How to protect a heart from pain I know
There is no anodyne able to heal
The scars I'll wear within me when you go
And grief from sorrow's reach I'm loathe to feel
But who among us has the strength to dare
Consider Death may swing her scythe's blade too
Toward any of us, living unaware
Perhaps, my friend, I'll lead the way for you
And so I'll give you all I have to give
For whatever time that you have left to live.
submitted for Poetry Potluck, Void, Loneliness, and Sorrow, at Jingle Poetry
