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To Dust You Shall Return

Still a beauty
Yet I know that your lifeline has been cut
That though you still breathe
You already belong to death
You aren’t yet faded
But you are fading
And Time- he soon will leave your side
As you will in turn leave us
We who are now realizing
Between womb and tomb
We came from earth
Then to work the earth
Until we are buried in our precious earth
Now realizing that as we grow older
Our time is constantly growing smaller
We are all slowly dying
Arriving on hospital beds
Then leaving how we came
Frail, helpless, afraid

On a hospital bed.

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