Coda (For Suchoon Mo) Poem by Anthony Weir

Coda (For Suchoon Mo)

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Great is Death
We are his
urgent breath
his eager pus.
Thinking
we're in the thick of life
we do not see him
blinking
in the thick of us.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
***** ********* 24 April 2006

Very true Anthony, we never see him coming, although I think some feel his presence, better to live in the now imo. Having a restful day, smiling Tai

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