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May 2017
Feeling unsteady
Lost your voice
Maybe not ready
You have no choice.

Numb in hand
Weak by heart
Standing alone
Time to part.

Clock has ticked
Your time has gone
Regrets aplenty
Light dims not shone.

Last breath escapes
Grit your teeth
Now no feeling
Some small relief.
Robert J Howard
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