while waiting for
the scool bus --just now--
my neighbor, John
tells me one of his
son's classmates
collapsed and died
last night at soccer
practice and
then walking back
to my house
all that goes
through my head
is that while we
last (and after we
are gone) we last,
we last through
our luck and
lack of luck,
through our life's
crummy times--
the ones sometimes
we are stuck with--
we last with friends,
with others and
we last alongside
the dead and with
all the living left,
of all we do, see,
think until we
last no more
Gerald Schwartz
West Irondequoit, New York, United States
8:20 AM
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