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It doesn't look for names,
or rogues upon the street.
It cares nothing about looks,
or the people that we greet.

It doesn't look for money.
It cares nothing for our wealth.
It sneaks underneath our skin,
in the hope to take our health.

It cares nothing for our families,
or all the good we've done.
It is here for a battle,
because that's how it gets its fun.

It cares nothing for our power,
or if it causes pain.
It's coming for you anyway,
like a soggy nasty stain.

Maybe it will leave again,
as we know it can be beat.
We will send our heartfelt wishes,
and pray for its defeat.
J.Boyle and illustration by River Swan of Avon

I know you are still in there,
in the place of in-between.
On your way to your new home,
not forgetting where you've been.

You are passing many clouds,
looking for the best.
A place where you can settle,
a bed for you to rest.

You see so many Angels,
familiar in their face.
You know they will be waiting,
at your final resting place.

Your eyes are closed to darkness,
as you go toward the light.
When God greets you with hello,
you turn and say goodnight.
J. Boyle Art by Steffi Krenzek