Askance

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    Askance
    Death seems so easy
    She's always calling me.
    Every once in awhile
    I turn a corner
    and she's there.
    Promising me rest.
    I look way for I know
    I'll give in if I ponder her too long.
    I shut my eyes an see you.
    Smiling eyes.
    I turn my back on her
    and cross the street to
    walk on the other side.

    December 11. 1988

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    JoeMartin commented on Askance

    12-20-2008

    Though I think we need to dance with death, this is a concise view of what we usually do.
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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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