Their Last Kiss

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Too many deaths now,

Too many deaths then.

 

Edgar, Bob, Tom & Mike;

Nancy, Cyl & Dan.

 

Some by cancer,

Some by age,

Some by accident.

All yield rage.

 

The inconceivability

Of it all, of death;

Of loves there, than gone.

Of life here—one, two—

Disappeared.

 

Experience, no teacher;

Grief, relentless, ever-rending.

Worlds with endings—amen.

 

When do we get used to this?

When do we accept

The price for life

To be their last kiss?

 

 

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