We Are Borrowed
Death usually brings her own rewards.
More hugging and clutching,
More appreciation,
More reverence,
More laughter.
More respect.
In some ways,
It is the best
Time to love,
A reminder
That we
Are all
Borrowed,
But we
Have to
Be returned.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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