I For One

I for one am still alive,
and you for two are feeling well.
But she for three’s not long to thrive
(we ought to notice something fell).
Her death approaches like a spell,
inexorable and sure
(aging doesn’t have a cure).
I note where all our futures lie,
and seek ideas that may endure
beyond the moment when I die.

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