So much wisdom that needs to be said,
All left behind in someone's death bed.
Knowledge of things that are now old,
Have been left forever untold.
Memories and stories stored in one head,
That is forever gone with the dead.
Slipped through fingers like melted snow,
Was an expanse of knowledge that no one will know.
It's in those moments of things left unsaid
That we truly realize that they are dead.
We are malleable with the time me got,
To tell all our stories before they are forgot.
Once we are gone there is nothing else we can do,
So don't let this mistake happen to you too.
YOU ARE READING
Poetically Hard Learned Lessons
PoetryA book capturing, teaching, and forewarning first hand lessons, and experiences of life.
