#67. And We Bore Witness to a Birth and a Death…

When they’re cloaked, they do seem so far apart.

But today, I saw them both seated

side by side; a birth and a death.

Different, yet same, when unsheathed.

And in the sacred, solemn hour,

down the corridors of death,

in a room with walls dark and grey,

we sat and held cold, feeble, tired hands.

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#66. Today, Rise After Yesterday’s Cries.

Yesterday, did you stumble, did you fall?

Are you uncertain about the looming ‘morrow?

Well, today’s ’bout celebrating joy and not sorrow.

If the world tries to bring you down,

Set not your beautiful heart into a frown!

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