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Births and Deaths

Every day has births and deaths, Not one of them routine, While most of us are dealing with The stuff that comes between. The entries and the exits To and from our varied lives Give no clue to an observer Of who struggles or who thrives. The baby, just emerging, Is a blank, unblemished slate, While the dying must accept that Any change will be too late. For the rest of us, we’re kind of like The filling in the bread, Our days the sustenance between The newborn and the dead.

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Date: 6/20/2024 5:33:00 PM
This is truth. I only wish we were more aware at birth. I've spent a lot of time frittering. Thanks for a great note on it all.
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Date: 6/20/2024 8:49:00 AM
Enjoyed
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Date: 6/20/2024 5:30:00 AM
A wonderful poem my friend. Powerful words and beautiful imagery.
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Date: 6/19/2024 11:20:00 AM
Powerful final stanza. Wish I had written it, Ilene. Your poem captures many of my own sentiments as well. / Maurice
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Date: 6/19/2024 10:38:00 AM
Dear Ilene, I loved your poem about birth and death. I know that finding purpose in our lives is what makes it so fulfilling. I am a spiritual man and therefore I hope to for something greater beyond birth and death. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
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Date: 6/19/2024 8:25:00 AM
An enjoyable read Ilene, may we be the filling for a long time to come. Tom
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