At the end of the day your wealth doesn't matter
At the end of the day your feelings don't matter
At the end of the day your status doesn't matter
Because at the end of the day we all end up 6 feet under,
In the
Same
Old
Dirt.
YOU ARE READING
unwanted redemption
Poetry"Life is like a poem, never truly finished. But sometimes it's over before it even began, because sometimes a pen runs out of ink."-me
