Let It Die
Once on a tranquil day in May
When all was said and done.
We should have forced ourselves to " let it die"
For no one could have won.
Most things are better left to lay
To rot like old shoe leather.
For at the end of the day the loss of
a friend will make one feel no better.
So " let it die " let it go by way,
of the bright yellow orange setting sun.
Its a burden to carry if only we tarry,
Taking us one by one.
So what ever we do, always be true
As life makes us stand tougher.
"Let it die " i say, its better that way
For the anxiety will make us to suffer.
Copyright © Ray Zottola | Year Posted 2022
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