The crackling of the fire

On a blustery winter day,

Our woes upon the pyre

Sent serenely on their way.

Of this life I often tire,

And yet choose always to stay,

To laugh, love, aspire,

Preach, teach, and play.

Someday I will expire,

Like this flame that holds my gaze,

And join the silent choir,

Beyond the dancing blaze.

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