This one is by my friend, River Dixon, I had to share it. We all have been there.
We speak of rebirth
As the morning breaks around us
Something had to die before the dawn
Could take its hold on the frigid
Unforgiving taste of yesterday
It’s hard sometimes, most of the time
But we’ve worked things out this far
As I watch you from across the room
I’m taken back to the first time
Your eyes found something
Worth holding onto, in me
And now the years have brought us
To where we are today, holding on
By a thread of hope
That once again we can remember
Who that person is that somehow
Became a stranger to our eyes
Life On The Lake 
Quite sad a reminder it is. Peace to all our departed friends and relatives.
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