LnD

A poem I wrote during the vacation. It so happened that I just attended a funeral yesterday, but this is on a different person.

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L&D

Someone I didn't know died today.
First question upon the news was how old she was.

Apparently eighty plus is a good age to die.

I thought if at half that age
I could've built a career,
a good living,
a family who could carry on without me,
then that too could be a nice stopping point.

Just that, of course, it isn't at all easy to achieve.

just born -- still struggling -- just started enjoying the fruits of hard labouring years --

Living takes such a long time;
good deaths, few and far between.

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19 Feb 2007