Found this poem on one of my note pads, don’t even remember writing it, but I like it in a weird sort of way.
Life so full of grace,
Yet fleeting in its haste,
We dance the dance,
We play the games,
We laugh, we sing,
We feel we can do almost anything.
But then we lay down at the end,
The final part we have to mend,
We have laughed and cried, we made new friends,
Our journey of mysterious blend,
The last dying flicker, the last long bend,
What lies in stone, will surely send,
Us all into oblivion.
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