we tend to think
that without the work we do
we'd be less,
without her or him in our lives,
what next?
without how we look, once age
takes hold,
what then,
how will we go on,
possessions taken away
by fire, or flood,
it makes no difference, we're
still here,
despite all things gone,
no different within,
nothing has changed or truly
gone wrong.
we get up and start,
as brave souls do, all over
again.
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