Death Eventually
He worked
his entire life
in order to make money,
worked in three jobs
and got sick
sick like a dog...
Then he spent
the money
to get his health
back...
Anxious
like a wreck
about the future
he didn't have time
to enjoy the present...
So he was living
as he was never going
to die...
And one day
a rainy
and a snowy day
he died
having so many questions
about sense
and sensibility
died in a blink
of an eye
without really lived
a decent life...
God rest his soul
hopefully somewhere
in paradise...
Idea taken from Dalai Lama.
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