And
When it strikes
It’s been watching for a while
With intent
You
Me
Family and friends
No chance of escape
It’s a procession
An exit
From the world
Neither rhyme nor reason explains
Your fall from life
Take your number
Get in the queue and pray like hell
You have a good ride
And
Told some one you loved them
Often
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That is an exquisite cry in poetry.You are a master my friend with intricate ways .Grieve in word as it is a wonderful feel and an interesting read.