My generation is passing on,
but before we all depart,
I have a silent wish for us,
a ‘good luck' from the heart.
A few died much too soon
and left me long ago,
but now I see a distant light,
the place we all must go.
Beyond the light is mystery,
and what is hiding there
we only hope will be our peace,
our wish and answered prayer.
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A few died much too soon and left me long ago, but now I see a distant light, the place we all must go. Yes each of us has to depart one day, yet we must be that hopeful as you describe. Beautiful poem Thanks for sharing it.10 for it. Subhas
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