Not Every Day Is Promised To Us
we live we die , no one knows why
but we were not born to stay
one day you're here and full of life
and the next you've passed away
we never give it must thought ` our time
as life itself is so complex
we go on everyday as if things are fine
not even knowing if we will see the next
i guess that's the safe way of things
no one want to think about their last breath
for they really wouldn't live up to their means
because there's no worst anticipation than death
so we have to love life and all there is
don't wait til its your time to die
because before you know it (that will be all there is)
and our life would have just passed us by
R.I.P. to another friend
Copyright © Robert Walker | Year Posted 2016
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