Diving Death
We are born, we live and we die,
that is not new to anyone. What we
do in between is new to everyone.
Dividing death with life is not
an easy thing to do.
After were born, we learn to
do things without knowing why,
but we arrive to adult hood not
knowing what happened to our childhood.
We are at a point where were
dividing death with life,
time is passing us by,
we are moving so fast
and don't know what is happing.
We have arrived at middle age,
life is so grand and carefree,
for ones with children we watch
them with careful hands and eyes
not knowing we are aging so fast.
Dividing death with life,
and still moving toward that
day, we all shall reach some
sooner than others.
Dividing death with life
will come to us all,
slow down and look around
enjoy the beauty that surrounds you
while you can.
wrote 5-23-07
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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