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People give up every day
They leave the lather of incessant action
Say goodbye to people and places, animals of whom they're fond
Because the weight of time presses and they think,
"The universe wants me to grow old and suffer.
I will it: other than slow oblivion;
Would rather be gone in a blink."
Some don't expect to see it through to the end
And are along, perhaps, for part of the ride;
Can't see round the next and after that bend...
These people; whoever they are,
Decrepit, disabled, withering branches
Are treasures, wise part of us when eyes see far.
Among the throngs of possible variations within
Don't mean any harm; aren't trying to win.
In their depths don't want to impose.
Turn around, look again. Be sure that it is done
All there was to experience this time.
Clamoring with all others to be heard at last.
You will not win; it is as you hoped ...
Only differently manifest.
To be continued
As you may have guessed
Yes, you! in that guest house for travelers here
No need to beware; there's nothing to fear...
Rest... then awaken refreshed.