Preserve your body
For old age
Try to stem the rot
But always remember
Life starts at year dot
Each second precious
Every person unique
Some are optimistic
Seeing only sunshine
In a world that is bleak
It isn't about a life after retirement
Nor about how much you earn
The only difference money can make
Is a fancy send off
Or an expensive urn
Don't judge others
By how brightly their candle burns
Just remember that tomorrow
You could be food for the worms
For death comes unannounced
Unassuming
With a bitter metallic taste
Smothering light unbiased
With it's hollow embrace
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Author:
Syd (
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Comments2
Very true write, you start dying the moment you are born. Enjoy every moment of your life.
I couldn't agree more Goldfinch, thanks for reading and leaving feedback.
- Syd
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