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Live Life
Contributed by
BigDaddy
on
Tuesday, 1st March 2005 @ 03:17:13 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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It is late Sunday night, I wearily greet my bed,
I close my eyes and wonder if, all was done and said.
Back and forth I slip, In and out of reality,
I fear that all I've come to know may soon be just a casualty.
I hold on tight not letting go in fear of mass confusion,
How thoughts dare fade away as if it simply were intrusion.
Is there nothing more then distant memory destined for an end?
What more is there to give my friend but these empty hands?
Pay the price and render all shortcomings' fall,
Make peace your cause and main concern do listen for the call.
Clear your path do not possess the pain of worldy debt,
Live life, be free, and death to all regret.
Copyright ©
BigDaddy
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2005-03-01 03:17:13] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Live Life
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Tuesday, 1st March 2005 @ 03:20:51 AM AEST (User
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Very good writing and great wisdom to all that read.
huggs,
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