Requiem
Grieve not for me.
This is no time for weeping.
I’ve gone the way
Predestined from
My birth.
I tarried a little while
With you before departing,
A temporary resident
Of earth.
If death ends all
Then life would be
A gesture of
Futility.
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© 2001 Leo VanMeer
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