Life. Death...
by Cancer. Dec 17, 2006
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Life is the absence of death, and death come when life is over. But death is a while other matter. It creeps up on you in old age, and grabs you when you're young. You never hear it, cause death has no tung. There's no stopping it after it's made up it's mind, you'll never hear death is kind. Your days are number and so are mine! |
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17 years ago
by geeeeee
Wow great poem, the words are very true. I think we have to start living everyday like it is our last because you never know when death will be waiting for you around the corner, like you said at an old age&&at a young age too
xx Bonnie
