It's spring again, and I am with Maureen.
I'd add "thank God for that" (if I believed)
For, frozen by its high beams, I have seen
Oncoming dread: one dead and one bereaved.
No hope for us to live eternally
Or garner brave new bodies after death;
This is our all – a thought which forces me
To not go tharn, to fight for every breath:
A battle till the setting of each sun,
A victory each sunset we survive,
Another day my love and I have won
And death has lost. Today we are alive,
This world is ours, its grass and trees are green,
It's spring again, and I am with Maureen.
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George Dance