When The End Is Near.

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I am made of words and laughter,

     And heavenly winds from above.

Part of me is grief,

     And part of me is love.

When my end is hovering near,

     And life is fading fast,

I’ll cling to dearest friends,

Who loved me to the last.

(A poem by Anthony Wayne Kalberg, May 27, 2025)