Death showed up again Today
As he does every day
We just don’t notice unless he
Breathes down our necks
Taps on our shoulder
Dances macabrely on our doorstep.
How easily we throw away
Friendships, relationships,
Commitments, dreams
Expecting them to stay
As we cast them aside
Like clothes discarded,
Out of favor, until we choose
To return
Only to find that
Death has come
And stolen Tomorrow.
Valerie Chisholm-Letkeman
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