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Distance Kills

Distance kills.
It’s always true.
In time and space,
In all we do.

Those on our team,
Who leave the sport.
Those at our work
Who find new port.

The friends we make
Who move away.
The school we loved—
Though we did say…

“Let’s keep in touch”
“I’ll drop a line,”
“We’ll visit soon.”
Intentions fine.

But life will pull
Us towards Today
To work right Here,
To friends who Stay.

Events will fade
And heroes, too.
Front page news
Is next day through.

We miss those friends
Now gone away.
We miss days past—
What more to say?

Ours is a life
Of gain and loss,
When times are good
Or tempest-tossed.

One sun will rise
The last I’ll see,
And then I’m gone.
Remember me…

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Michael Charles Maibach began writing poems at age nine.  Since then he has continued writing poems, and sharing them with friends.  His career has involved global business diplomacy.  He is a native of Peoria, Illinois.  Today Michael resides in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia.  More of his poems are found at www.MaibachPoems.us or on Facebook.


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  1. Roy Eugene Peterson

    This also could have been titled, “Remember Me.” I get the time and space continuum from your title and poem. As you said, “Ours is a life of gain and loss.”

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