The childless die hard
They kick against demons
They push against the end
and die crawling into the past,
Never quite believing
It could end this way.
No send off
No goodbye
Only cold faces
From another neighborhood:
"Just go and be done with it!"
You see in their eyes.
"We have work to do,
because of you."
They seem to say.
But they don't know
For when i was young, so beautiful,
There was always time
To borrow against tomorrow,
To dance far into the evening
Of my Daughter's wedding,
Toasting a glass at my Son's
Henceforth passing easy
With sweet remembrance
Of their nursery rhyme.
Passing easy into time...
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