DEATH

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We know it has happened
We know it still happens
We know it will always happen
Yet we never get used to it

We know it comes for him
We know it comes for her
We know it will come for us
Yet we never get used to it

We are on an adventure
But its destination is certain
We are journeying between the womb and the tomb
Yet we never get used to it

Yesterday we shook hands
Today I’m peering down at your corpse
Tomorrow may bring my turn
Yet we never get used to it

The owl will hoot
Loud cries will scare off the doves
We will dig the ground to sow the dead
Yet we never get used to it

It was nice that we met
The parting was in wait
Yesterday became the date
Sleep well Dominic Durba (my pops)

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