leave the party early, earlier
each time,
it seems,
the thought comes to you
that more
than two thirds of
the world is younger than
you are.
it frightens you
to some degree, but gives
you comfort too
in a strange
enduring way.
so many have passed on,
that you
loved, or unloved.
and as you look into the sky
of new snow,
you go on
with collar up
and still a youthful spring
to your step.
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