On a day like this
Many years ago
My father took pleasure
Just as I do now
In the sudden sunlight
His life in feeling
so much, too much
is gone now
as all my feeling
as everyone's will be one day
We are such stuff
As feelings are made of
And our little lives
Are rounded with oblivion.
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With oblivion! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.