Reaper Grim

December 16, 2010
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Inhaling, exhaling
Til the day we stop breathing
Never look back
Nor look to the future
Live in the present
A gift from above
Buy time if you need it
But one day the clock will break
Stop ticking, start feeding
The grass and the grond
Leaving oyu memories
Neither lost nor found
just a small patch of dirt
Healthy and green

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The_phoenix said...
Jul. 9, 2011 at 7:55 am
The way this poem is so short makes it very effective - the way it's short but life is long is a good contrast.
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