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There is a calling

That still drives me

Past the point

Of expectation

And the run of faith

Faith will be rewarded

But in this life or the next

I'm never quite sure

Too many friends

Have fallen

Too early too soon

To the choir master

Playing the final

Violin opus

Leading to

The next Life

Yet, I remain

When all others

Have left or

Passed away

Why am I still here

Why am I the remnant

Why don't I move on

Instead of being

The ghost that haunts

City corners

Of what used to be

The life for me

What will it take

For me to leave

To start all over

Where and when

The old becomes new

All I can say is

I hope it never

Happens to you...

This is beautiful. You are very talented!