The Circle Closes

October 9, 2020

Happy endings,

the folly of youth

The aged

alone to portend

Distance a comfort,

expiration afar

Reality

mostly pretend

Death as a concept,

corpse underground

As different as night

is to day

Two ends of the spectrum,

inextricably linked

By time

—ever holding its sway

(Rosemont College: October, 2020)

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