you have reached
an age
where death is
coming down
the hall. knocking
on a few
doors, taking
what it wants,
with a random
point of the finger,
or so it
seems.
it's hard to figure
out, who
comes, who goes,
who gets to stay
a little while
longer
before it's
their turn to pack
up and leave.
it makes you want
get a guard
dog and chain
him out front to
keep the shadowed
one away.
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