Sailing to windward Biography

In community lies strength of numbers.
to support the sick and the weak.
In community somebody hears me,
with louder voices to speak
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If life
was more than a teardrop,
clinging,
briefly,
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Ages ago,
he converted
to envy
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When I’m gone, I will be
quiet as a mouse;
My scent upon the pillow still,
But I will have left the house.
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What's expected of this thing called hope;
is it a medicine; is it just smoke?
Merely a screen - perhaps a misty haze,
to sweeten our journey around life's maze?
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