I but knew you
in your dying years
spirit undimmed
until the final days
After caring for many
sacrificing more
than many others
would countenance
You were cared for
for an extra year
by those
close to you
Your smile
kept shining through
however low
you had gone
The sun was cold
the wind blew bitter
in that graveyard
by the shore
The sun had set
darkness was falling
until the breaking of the day
when the shadows flee away
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