Loss

Every day a wave crashes on the shore of this life

As it recedes, the tide takes the willing, the proud,  the famous, and the down trodden without prejudice 

Sweeping away friends, family, those we love, those we hate, those we'll never know

Every day the wave crashes until it is our turn
to ride the ride and face the show into the unknown

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