So what is very precious, well time.
And wasting it is your crime.
Do not put this value to waste.
That crime will be faced.
Time, we only have so much.
There is nothing valued as such.
We wake up and follow a routine.
But what about all the things unseen.
But what about love?
Feel the touch of its glove.
We enjoy doing things with our loved one.
The time we spend with them we wish we were never done.
But we all fear death, and being dead.
At the thought of dieing we all tread.
Becuase we all want to go on,
With ones we love, is that wrong?
The things that make up life-3.
They're inside of you and me.
We enjoy doing things with the ones we love. With them we wish we had more time. But time runs out. And we fear death.
These are the 3, the 3, the 3.
Now can't you see?
These are the 3!
These 3 all make up lives, whether we,
Want it or not to be.
...These... are the 3.
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Poetry
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