It starts, then it's done,
Faster than one pulls the trigger of a gun.
In a blink of an eye,
Your time's up, and then you die.
When it begins, there is an age ahead,
Yet it seems like no time when you are dead.
It is a forever, and an eternity and beyond,
Then you're too late, it's wasted, it's gone.
Such are the ways of life,
So innocent yet so full of strife.
That they cause every individual to believe,
All that one must feel is anger, sorrow, envy, and greed.
Once you are halfway done with that forever and the eternity and beyond,
Nearly all of your age has gone.
Look behind and see your past mistakes,
See all the true ones, all the fakes.
See that, not anger, sorrow, envy, and greed,
But hope and love is all you need.
By then you cannot hope to change your fate,
For it is far, far, far too late.
Use it wisely,
For time is pricey.
Faster than one pulls the trigger of a gun,
It starts, and then it is done.
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~daughter-of-nemesis
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Unspoken Words.
General FictionHighest Ranking #95 in General Fiction. A collection of stories and poems that I have written. Most of these I would never tell anyone about, except family, so this is the first time these are reaching other people's eyes, your eyes. I should pro...
