I stand
and watch my children
at play in the garden below.
They laugh
at trivia I can no longer
find amusing,
and chase
each other's shadows,
unaware of darker connotations.
Each has
a private oracle within them
to resolve all problems.
Theirs is
a world of constant tomorrows.
Death is a lifetime away.
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