Death is never far away
I feel him at my back each day.
Sometimes mute,
Sometimes prodding;
Never blind,
Always plotting.
Try to focus on the Living.
Live with Grace
and always giving.
Block his moves
with a life improved.
Don't give in
to his darker mood.
About the Creator
Christopher Lloyd
A lifetime in horticulture, of one sort or another - a life of lessons. And now a new identity; 'Retired'. Writing in the morning, bees and gardens in the afternoon and art in the evenings. That's the plan. When I can stick to it...
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