I think of death,
Most every day.
It is a fact of life.
Will one day arrive.
Cannot be denied.
These are not sad,
Or depressive thoughts,
But grateful feelings,
For the temporal,
Blessed journey,
I am on.
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I think of death,
Most every day.
It is a fact of life.
Will one day arrive.
Cannot be denied.
These are not sad,
Or depressive thoughts,
But grateful feelings,
For the temporal,
Blessed journey,
I am on.