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Do you believe That pennies placed upon grey eyes Is the end of living, Do you believe That not seeing, not hearing, not speaking, Is the end of life? Are there not sighted people who are blind, Hearing people who are deaf, Speaking people who have nothing to say? Are there not the blind who can see, The deaf who can hear, The dumb who speak volumes? Pennies are not the end of life, Dust and ashes are not the final act, Nothing is final. The dead will always be with us, The unborn have been before, We the living Are in the limbo of life, We can move instantly out of our time, our grandparents are children, Our children are grey haired, Arthritic, bent backed. Death to the still living Is forever. The living see those that are gone As they were, forever, Those that are gone Will see us as we are, forever. The living and the dead Are both alive in each others eyes. Death then is but a phase of Living. Living but a phase of Death. |