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(I really don’t know what prompted this poem.  Guess it makes sense that one would be afraid of a murderer.  Honestly, I think this fear hits me more now that I work in a public school.  Kind of messed up there.)

Humans are like bubbles
Adrift on breezes
With minimal control
Extinguished with such ease
No matter how we try
No matter how we hope

We expect disease
To take us at some point
The dream is for old age
To snatch us in our sleep
Accidents can happen
Marked down to horrid luck

These are fates I fear
But not as much as one
It is one that stands so far
Beyond my hands to mold
The frailty of another’s mind
One that snaps and takes me too

How do you prepare for this?
Without quivering at home
Praying that a maniac
Does not bust down your door
Can we stop the unseen?
Are we fools for even trying?