Commiserations
we’re called upon to console
a friend whose spouse has passed
and so we faithfully play out our life role
as we have been by the universe so tasked
the stark truth is that we have all been lied to
for all that here appears and disappears
is but a mist like the morning dew
needless are tears and fears
27-May-2023
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