The “Get well soon” and “hope you feel betters’”
Welcome lifebuoys in waters of despair
Reassuring smiles…concern marked letters
All implying tomorrow…hopes you’ll be there
In times of malaise, good wishes islands
A drowning soul seeks sand, consoling
Whether urban bound or remote highland
The gift of uplift… a soul’s extolling
Yet, when nightfall knocks as it daily does
And clock’s ceaseless voyage surges in brain
Thoughts of the future oft’ turn to “I was”
And ship of fair tidings crashes in vain
I prepare farewells, I shall not postpone
For last battle fought…is one fought alone
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