Death arrives late,
but the dying begins early
You sense it in your motion,
—feel it in your bones
Life becomes compressed,
before ending abruptly
Memory all that's left,
—you lying there alone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2017)
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This one goes into my poems list. The subject, though feared by many, has received a terrific treatment by the poet- simple yet profound. Thanks a lot.