Through night and day our seasons end
Through fun and play our life begins
Through hurt and sorrow life starts to change
with old age, greys, wrinkles, and pain
But life goes on and it should
we live, we die
we could, we should
our past becomes our future
and our future our past
what was, will be
whats now, is then
whats over will start
until the end
as life slowly falls apart piece by piece
Until the quiet world, of the deceased.
I Wrote this a little over 5 years ago, and thought I would share, thanks for reading!
TC
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