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A road trip of life for eighty six years,

as she traveled fearless, filled with glee.

Though at times she possibly would shed a tear,

her spirit was always soaring and free.

She traveled oft’ unhampered,

as she managed well her cares.

Any pain was always tempered,

as the wind blew through her hair.

Was she ever being reckless,

as the road would twist and wind?

It wasn’t that she was feckless,

only curiosity driving her mind!

Yet as always the road doest end,

the trip can’t last forever.

The Shadow of Death soon beckons,

as much as we hope it never!

But two truths remain about this dark creature.

Shadows ne’er can hurt you, tho’ hard as they fight.

And their appearance is not a natural feature,

they can only be caused by light!

So as her trip quietly ceased and her

eyes closed silently in the night.

Startled curiosity was gently eased,

as she looked up and saw the Light.