Surrounds this place
With reminders
That I can’t evade.
Why should I heed?
Death will find me
When my time is done
And needs no guide.
I don’t try to hide
But go on loving life,
Warming my old bones
Deep in its sweet embrace.
©2014 John I. Blair
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