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Did you have a poem planned for my memorial service

I bet you will never ever tell me what it is

Inevitability says I will never hear it

Unless of course you believe the inevitable allows one’s witness

It hurts you know, knowing this end

All that will be missed, the lives shared, the life we may have shared

In truth I did try, I truly did and did so in truth

Yet the inevitability of who and what we are

Well it just was never going to work to our end was it

And now it is ending.  I can feel the life ebb

My vessel growing weak with age, the pain

God, I will miss so much

Yet, I am grateful.  There is so much left behind

And all of it, you, these stories, this experience, me

All of it a collective memory

To become the lore, my legend, to be passed until generations forget

Be kind to me, in your poem

Be kind please.