It would be nice to face death
while being loved, not broken
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while being held, not alone,
not sinking in a cold silence
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while drowning in laughter
and not in tears,
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while hair, though mostly gray,
still glows with love’s rays.
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while dismissing the grieving
of those we shall be leaving
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nothing could be braver,
it would be easier,
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to accept, to welcome death
while in deep slumber's breath.
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sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 11, 2022