It’s Coming

It's coming

and there's no time left

for mourning or sobbing

or for little cakes and tea

nor can little Timmy play in the garden anymore

because it is coming

be ready

stand on your own two feet

remember the cycle

that will unfold

is mere memory

of fragments untold.

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