With each passing day
Is one more day gone
Gone from my life
And gone from this world
This world and time
Dont see eye to eye
For in the end
Our time will die
And with that so will we
I spend each day like
Its my last
And make sure that each
Day is a blast
For when i leave this planet
I want to have a
Smile on my face
And have to say
“I did it all”
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Author:
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Comments1
Fascinating, familiar contemplation, especially the interesting successful conclusion. Indeed time races, every pleasant moment so transient, while the miserable seem contrariwise to drag interminably. It is very desirable to make each day worthwhile that we may end our lives whenever our time chances to be up, with fewer regrets. Thought-provoking and interesting.
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