Grim Reaper from Castlevania
Our feared companion
Always by our side
Driving humanity to greatness
We attempt to thwart him
Extending our breath
To keep his scythe at bay
A constant chill
When we imagine our legacy
Worried what we leave behind
Will we be remembered great
Or a failure of our kind
That is if we are known at all
Death strikes fear in our hearts
Not only for our loss of life
But for the end of all our dreams
Legends of Windemere 
Nice. But check out that second-last line…
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Thanks. Should have checked it better, but I wrote the poems of today under a little duress.
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! Grim reaper standing over you?!
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I wish. Another snow day and nobody seems willing to take the toddler away from me to let me work. The time I wrote the poems and today.
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Frustrating, isn’t it?
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I’m looking at frustrating in the rear view mirror. I’ve been at royally pissed off since 2 hours ago both when I wrote this poem and today.
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*sigh* They just don’t seem to understand, do they, how much concentration it takes?
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Don’t think they care at this point. I’ve explained every way I can without a PowerPoint presentation.
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That’s what you need, graphs! And make sure you have a pointer!
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And a paddle.
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Ha!
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I’m writing you a blog post. …well okay, you AND me.
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Interesting. I’ll keep an eye out for it.
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Nice.You captured it (THE FEAR) very well.
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Thanks. Now I’ll keep it in the bottle and use it for world domination. Maybe. It snows too much around here, so maybe I’ll only conquer the tropics.
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You will be able to import the tropics if you wish. You have the power.
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Maybe. I hear it takes a lot of work to move and replant palm trees.
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It isn’t the loss of life, or the end of my dreams… its the end of the dreams I haven’t even had yet. The goals I’ll never set. The experiences I’ll never get to work towards.
Wonderful poem.
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Thanks. I agree. It is scary to think that you might not accomplish a dream.
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Fear of death. There goes my bucket list. At my age there have recently been several old friends (esp. since I used to hang out with folk about ten years older), people I grew up with, passing away. I am always sad about missing what we once shared, but also, knowing that I continue to enjoy things that they never will. For myself, I feel I have lived a long and productive life, and a terminal diagnosis would be tragic, but I don’t think I am afraid to go. I have this notion in my head that my spirit will leave this body and rest in an otherworldly realm until it is called upon again, and all I have learned in this life and lives before will be released into yet another mortal being to live again, in a life larger even than this one has been.
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I try not to think about it, but I will say that I don’t think I’ve lived a full life. I spent too much time focusing on the rat race and not doing what I really wanted to do. Trying to do it now, but some days it feels too little, too late.
Interesting afterlife thought.
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Maybe this period in my life is just a primer for me being a great author in another life. HA!
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A lifetime of practice. 🙂
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