Then We Die
THEN WE DIE
First we are born into life
A life that may be filled with strife
We may take a husband or wife
Life passes by
We may live for ninety years
And shed oh so many tears
As we deal with all of life's fears
Yes, we cry
Our life may be filled with bliss
From the warmth of our mate's first kiss
Our mate dies, you can count on this
Then we die
10 June 2020
For the contest sponsored by Charles Messina
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2020
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