When the beauty of the body begins to fade
When we cross the line from young to old
When the jet black hair has turned to grey
When reading the obituary's takes up your day
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the last line carries the weight of the poem...reality speaks!
Inspirational and heart warming, from line one till end of the poem, I felt each beat, each lament but above all where my hope truly lies, not in the physical but with my eternal soul Truly Paul (Leaking Pen)