Great poem! How close we are, both to our robust childhoods and our cold graves. Close to the terrors and the joys. It's all right here in our minds. Why the self importance? Why the guilt and the striving for worth? Someday, and this is inevitable, it will all be ashes. Nice work!!!
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Thank you very much for your reading and your reflection. It is always a privilege to know that someone appreciates what we write.
Your comment makes my night happy.
You're always welcome.