Nameday Reflections
3.6.5, the number of days gone by.
And despite my issues, here I remain.
Am I hardy?? Or have the Fate`s decreed.
That here. On this sad, spinning, wreck of rock.
I wait my turn, in long line of decay.
As my good days, intersperse with the bad.
Until in due course, my number is called.
And, only too well I know, the reaper.
With his hollowed frame, this indifferent.
Creeper, stands daunting, and ever alert.
Ready to process his latest recruits.
Drafting them into his deathly legions.
Who shall scour the earth in growing number.
`Till all are enveloped, and man's race run.
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