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How does one know,
when life's half gone,
should we even care,
is it when the music played,
Barely makes a sound,
do we travel down the road,
oblivious to everything we pass,
so caught up in our selves,
forgetting how to live.
Is the time we have left cherished,
or wishing for the end,
can we change direction,
and find a different path,
is the life half over,
or can we start again.
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HALF PAST LIFE
HALF PAST LIFE
