We All Must Go Away a poem from 2011

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We All Must Go Away



Covering much ground today, I know I soon must go away.
Go away, for already the hands of death are reaching my way.



Listening carefully, I hear the footsteps grow steadily closer still.
Yet, how is it I never appear to be ill?



Laughing death walks ever near, waiting to shake my hand.
Soon, death will walk with me through that mysterious land.



Stepping forward death will walk with me to the very edge.
Yet, another hand will guide me through deaths shadow, as I walk not alone across that final ledge --