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Feb 2016
The one who should have lived has gone so fast.
The old ones, in their dotage, linger on –
they, with no future, live only in the past.

And we who can but sit, dumb and aghast,
scarcely believe that while the sun still shone
the one who should have lived has gone so fast.

Six decades older, surviving to their last
few days or years, together but alone,
they, with no future, live only in the past.

At least she kept on living to the last,
but should have had a future. She has none.
The one who should have lived has gone so fast,

and they, for whom so many years have passed,
are unaware that one they loved is gone.
They, with no future, live only in the past,

mark time until the final trumpet blast,
and never know the respite they have won.
The one who should have lived has gone so fast.
They, with no future, live only in the past.
The rules of the villanelle are at volecentral.co.uk/vf/index.htm
This one is about our daughter, who died suddenly of a brain haemorrhage at 36, and her grandparents, who survived to 98 and 101 respectively, but with advanced dementia.
Paul Hansford
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Paul Hansford  81/M/England
(81/M/England)   
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