The Scattered Attic
Poems, prose, lyrics...
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Death, the one time act.
Much time is wasted,
worrying about the end,
death brings no closure.
Much life is wasted
doing all that can be done
But there is no point
when your gone.
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