Death
Oct 26, 2022
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A Poem
The beauty in life is that nothing last forever. The pain and tears, laughter, and fears will all disappear in due time. We hold dear to those we know and those who we knew, never knowing when it will come to, our day of death. We may have said goodbye. We may have spent time, wasting in the pity our ego derived. Or living false lives pretending to walk in our truths. Or we chased our youth, to no avail. Watching it walk away like a stranger. Who stole all of our hopes and dreams. The danger of not living out now is never living at all. Because Death is such a selfish bitch. That rarely gives any second chances.
