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Because I could not stop for Death
she calmly came to me.
With raw cracked hands, I let them go-
immortality is something we don’t own.
I know the life from just their death.
Waiting patient - with bated breath
One moment - living and merry
the next - 6 feet buried
We must take the time we’re given.
Hold it close to our chest.
Until the moment we’ve been driven,
and laid - to final rest.
Through our life - we all will work.
Somehow we make a legacy,
something we will never see
from our place within the earth.