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All living things will one day die,
not a thing will live forever.
not even the birds that soar through the sky
a thing that won't end there is never.
This is the way existence works,
death stalking us wherever we go.
We're unaware as it lurks
when it is our time to go.
Because of this truth we live our lives
so we have nothing left to regret.
All that we do is so our memory survives,
and all that we've done is so others will never forget.
- Title: Truth
- Artist: Verouche
- Description: first poem I ever wrote.
- Date: 01/26/2010
- Tags: truth
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- AngelLovePM - 01/29/2010
- WOW! Such a strong yet sensitive poem.
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