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Life and Death
Mortality pops up
In the worst places Reminding us that the young Are vulnerable Just as much as the old But when are we officially old? Is their a certain age? Or maybe it is when we realize That our mortal life Is fleeting Even on the best of days Sitting on the bus Holding hands with Death Totally unaware of what is coming Or maybe 50 or 60 years later Old and grey So many regrets Deaths boney hand Closing your eyes forever Why are you waiting To start living life You might never have the money Or the time To go on that blue oceaned vacation So stop waiting Start living Because Death comes for us all One day
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