Floating through blackness
light at end of tunnel
birth has arrived
time starts ticking
towards eventual death
life is so precious
eighty years if your lucky
make the most of your time
because once that clock stops
you plunge back into darkness
life is completed
permanent, deep sleep
name on a tombstone
just a memory.
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