DWINDLING, a poem

Another classmate has gone

a heavenly call from God

or sickly old age

no big difference

now we are dwindling

Yes we were young once

athletic bodies

and such pretty girls

happy were those days

now we are dwindling

What awaits all of us

a chemicalized corpse

in a concrete box

or scattered ashes

an unfettered soul

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