And the Beat Goes On
A friend is lost, a new one born.
I want to pause, but Life goes on.
Some time to laugh, some time to mourn.
My secret defense relies upon,
An unrequited interest,
In all things living and all things gone,
And souls that touch before they rest.
Sleep's respite leaves time alone.
So waking finds me newly blessed.
poetry
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