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              ” I came across this poem and it spoke to me. I hope you like it.”          Yu/stan/keema.



The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer, 

The headstones thicken along the way;

And life grows sadder, but love grows stronger

For those who walk with us day by day.


The tear comes quicker, the laugh comes slower;

The courage is lesser to do and to dare;

And the tide of joy in the heart falls lower

And seldom covers the reefs of care.


But all true things in the world seem truer,

And the better things of earth seem best,

And friends are dearer, as friends are fewer,

And love is all as our sun dips west.


Then let us clasp hands as we walk together,

And let us speak softly in low, sweet tone,

For no man knows on the morrow whether

We two pass on– or but one alone.