Poetry

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Tell me now, how is it fair?
Our lives are just a gasp for air,
That stars barely have chance to blink
Before into the earth we sink.

Why must we race to fall apart
For time to learn what's in our heart,
Before our last trip round the sun
When Neptune's still not finished one?

A tragedy, I think it so,
We leave with so much more to know,
Just when we've learnt what it's about
Our lungs are full,
We must breath out.

| Erin Hanson |