How Much Time
We cannot know for sure
How much time we have left
And there isn’t a cure
For the loved ones, bereft.
Death may sometimes arrive
Just the way you’d expect,
But for those who survive,
There’s a real disconnect
From the world that they knew
Where their loved one drew breath
To what they can’t get through,
Which is deal with a death.
It has always been so
And it always will be.
When the time comes to go,
There’s no bargain or plea
That can change the harsh fact
Of a person’s demise
Nor step in to distract
From what hope now denies.
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