As if these worries paled the night of Death.
As if hearts seared in lovers’ trysts eclipsed
The plunge of sorrow felt when souls have left
This too-brief earth with life upon their lips.
Sweet Autumn slips into cold winter’s grasp
Her leaves arrested e’en in youthful flush.
An ocean’s waves extinguish final gasps
As trembling earth provokes the water’s rush.
The aftershocks of bruisèd hearts remain
Far longer than Death’s stroll across the stage
Life’s players left reciting scripts of pain:
Their hearts bemoan the brevity of age.
Let lungs take air; hold loved ones tight and pray,
Take solace in the life that stirs today.
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