In the End

In the winter of our lives
Many of us
Stumble and fall
It is as if the ground were reaching out
Trying to take ahold of our bodies,
Calling out:
You may rise and go on today,
Yet know
There will be that final moment
When you come to stay
Forever
In time.
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