A Word So Small
Life.
How could a word so small
hold such a big responsibility?
the answer to this questions cannot be answered
until we are old and turning grey,
Until we are gasping for our last breaths,
Until we are lying on our deathbeds.
That is when we will truly know the meaning of life.
After all it is what YOU make it.
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