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I can't wait
I can't wait, till the day I fall
The day I will not weep, and the Lord will call
There would be no more pain, suffering, or stress
Far more the world would be less
And therefore, my heart and soul shall rest
Everything that I once had, will fly away
As if I were in the eye of a hurricane
The people that loved me
Will weep, but be fill with glee
For that I have gone to a better place
Where pure happiness blows against my face
I can't wait for the day I will take my last breath
For that special day called death
Where my pale face will be bare
But my soul shall be healed and full with prayer
As when I am old
My children will hear a story that will be told
About how my journey, impacted my life
How some challenges, can be like the wildlife
With new, and amazing ideas
And think, wow, how positive she is
My age, is too old to walk through the grass
But my hands will be there to grasp
The wonderful things that god has made
Where my body and soul lays
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My poem is about death, not in a suicidal way, but in a happy old years day. It talks about how many glories God gave you, and how mesmerizing life is, and that no matter what, everybody has to die at some point. For me this poem is pretty deep, in that case people should not just think this is a poem to read about, you kind of also ponder about it, because people will remember you when you have passed away, but also remember the justice that lif has. Yes, life is sad, but also a better place to live in. You can almost say it's home.