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So this is what's happening...
Reflections of the present concerns, projects and thoughts of Sarah and Yew Tree
I have made no secret of
My wish for immortality,
My desire to suck each possibility,
Each aspect of life dry.
The certainty of that dark end
Casts insistent shadows on life’s light,
That stalker we must all accept
Follows ever loyal and constant.
Yet, despite acceptance of this wraith
There remains a glimpse of hope,
Some comfort in projected loss
That fills the expected emptiness.
Hope that within words spoken
Or words I have mindfully written
When no longer substantial, I’ll remain
In memories and through marks on paper.
I’d offer words of comfort to those I loved
Those precious, held in high regard,
To support and nurture in my absence
As I strove to when with life was blessed.
