Short Life

Time’s slaves,
We break like waves.
Crest on a beach,
Recede out of reach.
No more smiles to give,
Or lessons to teach.

Skin mesh slips flesh and bone.
Hearts that beat
And dared not be alone,
Beat a silent retreat
To the great unknown.

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