Inevitability

The years pass by
like raindrops.
People grow older.
I grow older.

The river of time
flows relentlessly,
a life in each drop,
a lifetime in each falling,
joining with other souls
in whatever awaits after this.

I am saddened that I have let
so much time pass.
That soon, very soon,
I may find myself
completely alone.

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