Life is a minefield
Made best by careful souls
A realm where people yield
Until deterred by old
But what's the point
With death beneath each step
Don't bother to dodge it
Or you'll never be at rest
Some of us will slip
And fall before our time
While others will step on the trigger
Having enough of the mine
But the problem with that solution
Is that the field will be to big
And others will go down
In the giant grave you dig
Or some might be okay
But will watch pure surprise
And mourn your death
Until an explosion closes their eyes
So this is your life
But is it really worth it?
Of course you may save millions
But I've never heard it
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Poetic Attempts
De TodoI suck at poetry, but I've been told I'm very good at it. [Most likely depressing]
