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They gather there most every morn
The retirees at the coffee shop
To discus events and each others ills
Politics and the new traffic stop

It is a highlight of their day
To greet each other as they dine
And so it's easy to take for granted
They're always there,- rain or shine

But then we notice - Joes not there
On the second day and more
Investigation tells us - he passed on
It's just not the same as before

As we adapt to his departure
Months later we miss Mary's face
Sadly we concede, she is gone
Only her memory - we embrace

Slipping away - - slipping away !
Dear ones that we miss so much
As the blossom of a summer flower
Relinquishes life, to winters touch

But we are reminded in God's Word
Life is but a vapor or a flower
So is the span of our sojourn here
We know not, the day or hour

But there's a promise to each one
Who is anchored, safe in His fold
The future can yield untold rewards
In a Place where, "we never grow old"

So there's consolation we can claim
When a dear one "slips away"
For them - it's just a stepping stone
To usher them from, a house of clay

     Colan L. Hiatt = 01-26-14
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