The Ticket
Because I could not stop for death,
three times it let me pass,
but the reprieve it granted,
sadly will not last.
Frequently, it beckons,
choosing friend after friend
in a sad progression
I know will never end.
One day it will summon
and I can’t refuse to go.
I only hope that when it comes,
my passing won’t be slow.
Let us go then, you and I,
forgoing futile censure,
traveling without regrets
into this new adventure.
- “Let us go then, you and I,” from T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”
- “Because I could not stop for Death, Emily Dickinson
For NaPoWriMo 2024, Day 24
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
A beautiful poem Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje
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It’s my pleasure, always
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Sad, but yes! A lovely poem! Is that a friend in the photo?
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Yes. We were on a train, traveling from Germany to Spain. She passed away a few years ago while on a trip to London. Traveling to the end.
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So sad, I’m sorry for your loss. ❤️
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A long time ago, Kim.. 7 years, I believe.
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wow, great poem.
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Gorgeous
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You worked those borrowed lines very well. Wonderful poem. Those of us who won’t stop for Death do have to endure the loss of so many dear ones.
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Other than serious health issues, the hardest part of aging.
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