Fear of death
taints life.
With family
thoughts of departure
sorting out belongings
when they're gone.
As if packing for
a train journey
they're on
and you're not.
With friends
memories of laughs
will fade in to
the distance shadows
of the corners of the mind
images of face
will blur.
Fear of death
taints life.
But,
in moments of joy
love of life
out shines death.
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