Little Life
Little life, unnoticed living
Ghostly presence, quiet leaving
After lunch, without a cause
You’ll be mentioned, I suppose
Like they speak of summer days
Drowned too soon in autumn haze
It’s futile to speculate
Was it little life, or great
It depends on point of view
That no one will share with you..
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