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Short TimeShort is the life we live. Not enough time to love and to give. Family becomes ruined by a wrong. Forgiveness lies only in our song. Our hearts break, our minds bend. A helping hand we need to lend. For others may need us when their time is near. For death overtakes all those we hold dear. A frightening force named death we cannot flee. And we will become only a memory. We cannot escape the inevitable day. When in the ground our bodies will lay. Whether by accident, disease or chance. We live each new day sharing a glance. Into our future we know we are dust. No matter how much we begged and fussed. Death overtakes our hearts and our souls. Time aging the body is one of its goals. So enjoy each new day, this short time we live. For someday in the end, it is our souls that we give. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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