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Survivors

The survivors Old age is a strange time you have no future and tend to look back to what was is a dream. How long does old age last? My wife and I are closer than ever, but are we clinging to a life buoy of eternity? I look at her, she has problem walking looks st me and we both think the same. So used you to each strength and weaknesses, how is she or she going to survive? We have come to a point when our arguments are a declaration of love. The coward I’m I hope to go before her I can’t cope with the aftermath that can cause resentment that fester for another generation. And in early mornings I touch a warm body listening to her gentle breathe glad to be alive.

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Date: 10/30/2013 11:07:00 AM
Dear Jan - As I've been there, this poem touches me beyond beyond. Neil and I came to a point that we'd start laughing right in the middle of an argument. Cling to that warm body. We each wanted to go first, but as always he was right in saying it would be him. Here's to life as long as we can have it.
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 10/31/2013 11:07:00 AM
thank you KaTHY

Book: Shattered Sighs