The Circle Closes
Happy endings,
the folly of youth
The aged
alone to portend
Distance a comfort,
expiration afar
Reality
mostly pretend
Death as a concept,
corpse underground
As different as night
is to day
Two ends of the spectrum,
inextricably linked
By time
—ever holding its sway
(Rosemont College: October, 2020)
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