Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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Adumbrations of Death. At the age of nearly 84, it is inevitable, my sensing the nearing of death. On the longest day of the year, and doing farm chores myself, I broke the work session into two, Resting in between the feeding and the overseeing. (Jessie, my man, was away on his wedding anniversary.) I was, as usual, slow in my walk and efforts. At about four, I sat and went through mail, Enjoying the outside breeze and afternoon diminishing temperatures. I felt then, I should lie down to rest for a moment, As my chest felt light and I pondered what was to pass. I wondered whether or not this might truly be near my extinguishment. There was no pain, just that feeling of lightness. I had no fear nor panic; just a soft feeling of possible finality. I slowly arose from bed and poured a cup of Sake, Returned to my restful repose, and felt more normal. I guess I shall survive this wonderment towards the ultimate end. Well, perhaps this was merely a rehearsal of what it might be like. I have never panicked concerning my possible death, This being a gentle preamble to that which is inevitably on its way. Frank Maurer 21 June 2025 2000 Hours.