Bridging waters of my fading memory,
reflecting images off of ponds of
reminiscence.
Unafraid of quiet feelings generated
by a peaceful existence.
Standing under willow trees of sorrow,
tearfully looking back, wondering at
the disappearance of tomorrow.
Sincere images walking away, knowing
that all too soon another life will
end.
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