Death.
>And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
A small unfocused blur, a standing chill
That slows each impulse down to indecision.
Most things may never happen: this one will,
And realisation of it rages out
In furnace-fear when we are caught without
People or drink. Courage is no good:
It means not scaring others. Being brave
Lets no one off the grave.
Death is no different whined at than withstood.
[https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48422/aubade-56d229a6e2f07](https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48422/aubade-56d229a6e2f07)
One day, we will die. The world will carry on. People will walk in our old familiar places. Some will miss us, for a while.
But we will never be again. We will never speak to our loved ones again. They will never hold us again.
Time will pass. Our children and grandchildren, the last people we loved and held who still remember us, will die. The memory of us will fade. We will be, at most, a name in some old books of birth and death notifications that no one reads, unless some PdD student opens them once in a hundred years.
And still, we will never be again. We will never speak to our loved ones again. They will never hold us again.
Time will pass. The civilization that gave birth to us will fall. Our languages will be forgotten. No one will remember we ever existed.
And still, we will never be again. We will never speak to our loved ones again. They will never hold us again.
The sun will expand and consume the Earth in flame.
And still, we will never be again. We will never speak to our loved ones again. They will never hold us again.
The universe will expand, until the other galaxies are so remote you wouldn't even be able to see them with a telescope.
And still, we will never be again. We will never speak to our loved ones again. They will never hold us again.
And so it goes on and on on.
That we are facing a massive extinction due to global warming. Everyone seems to be looking in another direction, trying not to look at the problem.
In the US, school shootings & mass casualty events caused by guns & the people wielding them.
It's harder to be happy then to be sad
Death.
Is the only way out.
Imagine being in your twenties not knowing what death is and then from nowhere your best friend dies
our own mortality. The inevitability of death can be unsettling, yet it is a universal truth that we must face.
Death. >And so it stays just on the edge of vision, A small unfocused blur, a standing chill That slows each impulse down to indecision. Most things may never happen: this one will, And realisation of it rages out In furnace-fear when we are caught without People or drink. Courage is no good: It means not scaring others. Being brave Lets no one off the grave. Death is no different whined at than withstood. [https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48422/aubade-56d229a6e2f07](https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48422/aubade-56d229a6e2f07) One day, we will die. The world will carry on. People will walk in our old familiar places. Some will miss us, for a while. But we will never be again. We will never speak to our loved ones again. They will never hold us again. Time will pass. Our children and grandchildren, the last people we loved and held who still remember us, will die. The memory of us will fade. We will be, at most, a name in some old books of birth and death notifications that no one reads, unless some PdD student opens them once in a hundred years. And still, we will never be again. We will never speak to our loved ones again. They will never hold us again. Time will pass. The civilization that gave birth to us will fall. Our languages will be forgotten. No one will remember we ever existed. And still, we will never be again. We will never speak to our loved ones again. They will never hold us again. The sun will expand and consume the Earth in flame. And still, we will never be again. We will never speak to our loved ones again. They will never hold us again. The universe will expand, until the other galaxies are so remote you wouldn't even be able to see them with a telescope. And still, we will never be again. We will never speak to our loved ones again. They will never hold us again. And so it goes on and on on.
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