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Bonnie; After hear about Bill from Chris Archer, I wrote this poem.
Our Love of Life
How instant life is when passing us by
as we tread on not knowing likely why.
It's only faith that makes us all believe
the meaning of life when we are to leave.
Why do we grieve when its our turn to go;
leaving behind love for others to grow?
Except for this love that seems to be gone,
sitting here wondering just for how long?
November 11, 2017 | Pacific Grove, CA | Friend