The older you remain
Perhaps we only ever know the true meaning of life in the seconds when death calls out our name?
Perhaps we see beyond the light before we’re dragged back here again?
Though life is short by any time when the final hours close in.
Our years of memories store up inside to torture and love us both the same.
With decades worn weary eyes we adopt a smiling, abrupt, unflustered, resentful attitude to the threats of emotional and physical pain.
Life makes you see beyond yourself the older you remain.
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