Death, Poetry

On Life & Death – A #Poem

You never know

Who’s going to go next.

But we all know

Everyone must go.

Eighty or Forty or Five

There is no strict order.

No one knows

The exact date or time.

You never know

When it’ll be your last.

Everyone must live

Knowing there will be an end.

To live means to treasure

Every precious moment.

To know for sure,

That you loved to the fullest.

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