When life tends to zero

Life deals us all a finite horizon

With a probability of exit

tending to one as life tends to a hundred

 

But when the probability is refined

By sickness or emergency

There is an ominous approach of death

 

Where as family, friends and loved ones

Without thinking too darkly,

Too deeply, or too profoundly

 

It is incumbent upon us

To let it be known

That we love you

 

With our whole hearts

Bodies and souls,

 

To infinity,

 

as life tends to zero.

 

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About natashabrowne

Natasha is a freelance financial journalist and is a student of economics.
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