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As I grow older and the more who pass on

An endless struggle when will the mourning be done

Those of whom I respect all depart from this life

The cost of remaining is internal strife

Sometimes I wonder would it be better instead

Joining those amongst the dead

It may sound morose or paranoid

A once vibrant vessel that now stands void

Over and over, again and again

As the number shrinks of those who remain

Over and over I lose those of whom I depend

Closer and closer until I reach the end

With no answer to the questions

When life's become a funeral procession

An emptiness, an inner void that consumes

Yet still the next loss... looms

A struggle without end

A struggle through loss

With no answer to the questions

When life's become a funeral procession