------The Party------

I join the party 
and march along
in jubilation
of life.

To laugh 
and cheer,
to indulge
in each game
while 
walking the edge
of the knife.

As the party
winds downs
the crowd
starts to thin,
a sadness comes 
over my heart.  

The balloons on 
the roof 
descend to the floor,
saying it's time
to depart.  

So a final goodbye,
a hug
and a kiss;
As I turn
and walk 
out the door

The time
somehow flies
as I realize
I'll pass
through these portals
no more. 

              

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