Dying In Buckets
We are dying in buckets, boats, and buildings.
Dying daily, hourly by two’s and three’s.
I resolve to live today for the rest of us.
Especially if I am one of the last to be taken.
If I do not do this, who will?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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