Life
Life ts an intregal part of the scene
Where we smile and go forward for bows for our deeds
Then reality checks us for what we have done
A piece of the pie, we eat, And do chew just to have fun
Then age lets us know that it was a valient try
For our bodies give in to the truth so apparent
That life is short and death is inherant.
poem by John Shea
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