Life
By PoeticJ1
Life It's the air we breath The blood we pump Some live, some die It's the time you walk Your daughter down the Aisle, watch your son Grow into a handsom young Man Some are too busy to know What to do with it Some are confused because They don't understand why They have to deal with It Some will be happy when It's over, some don't know How to spend it, some worry where it went When their time is up Or threw, they wish any And every minute they Would have spent Written February 12th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 10:27 AM PST 0 • 9
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