The dead are gone,
And the living are hungry.
Our past does not define us.
Nor what we did to stay alive.
Our forever ends in a blink of an eye;
So say goodbye.
Choices fly out the window,
Quicker than time.
Make your decisions while you can.
Because before you known it-
They won't exist.
Compassion is the downfall.
Love follows quickly behind.
But I've come to learn-
That those are the very meaning of life.
So don't say goodbye.
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Author:
MissileOfUncertainty (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 21st, 2017 22:12
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Comments1
Very good, thought provoking poem, MoU! Hope you don't say goodbye to us here, we want to read more!
I have no intention of any permanent goodbyes. I'm pretty busy so I might not get on for a few months at a time, but I'll come back. Thank you!
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