viewing pictures

I see happy faces

that once were

their happiness now gone .. pondering

I may never see

some of them again

I often wonder

when .. if our paths may cross

most of my friends

have left earth

either by war ..

accident .. or choice

far from home

I'd received word

this one .. that one gone

time .. time again I'd pause

thinking how fortunate

I am to still be alive

sudden death .. has stalked me

close .. innumerable times

happily waking each day

breathing this gift of rarified air

I realize why I'm still here

walking this thin line

narrow path I'm on

StandingBear

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