POEM: The Ides of March

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“The Ides of March“

I knew his time was short:

his suffering would end

beginning another,

shoved into the dark

dusty corners of my mind.

Beware the Ides of March,

for when a life ends

others are changed.

Knowing it’s coming

does not lessen the pain.

*Today’s post is dedicated to my father, who died three years ago today.