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The Witness

This summer garden space,
The seasons ageless pace,
The watching witness with time to give,
How many more rabbits will I outlive,
Before this child's dear sunlight face,
So used to easy laughter,
Sheds my farewell tear,
And then what after ?
And sitting in the sunlight,
I watch you play without a care,
And all I know for sure is,
I wont be there.