I am awaiting his approaching death.
There, I’ve said it openly at last —
although in writing only, not with breath.
The slowing present hurries to be past,
the dear days dawdling to their close too fast.
Meanwhile, for the most part, we pretend
liveliness doesn’t lag and life won’t end.
An experiment in rime royal, prompted by FormForAll at dVerse
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29 July 2011
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