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I watched my dear mother as she suffered and died,
then it came for my father as we sat there and cried.
We all felt the power of this storm and its rage,
a battle was fought, it took place center stage.
There are no auditions for the souls that are cast,
we all are included in its future and past.
It will never discriminate over gender or creed,
it may come in your sleep or wait as you bleed.
It will come for us all no one is immune,
it’s not seen by the sun, starlight or moon.
Please get yourself ready and make your amends,
show love and forgiveness to your family and friends.
We live and we die, we die and we live,
show who you are with the love that you give.
Our time here is short, no one’s meant to stay,
you will only die once, so live every day!
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2023
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