People taken from us
People taken from us
Are growing by the year
Every spring remember them
And shed a little tear.
In losing them we’re losing us
A chapter in our lives
Which are diminished and reduced
By their sad demise.
A part of us is missing
A light no longer shines
New friendships can’t compete
With the bonds of yesteryear.
And sadder still the loved ones
Lost on Covid’s watch
Helpless to attend them
On their final march.
My mother used to say
In her latter days
She knew more dead and gone
Than alive at end of year.
The burden and the favor
To live a long old life
To attend so many funerals
I said it to my wife.
We now are married longer
Than the folk we knew at school
Whom we considered ancient
Our time has come, it’s true.
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