Time and Scraping Shovels
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There is a loud sharp scraping of shovels,
digging another grave;
this a daily event in the graveyard,
oh, death comes like a wave.
When our life time has finished we must leave,
and beloved must grieve.
We cannot hold back the shovels scraping,
and cannot hold back death;
for our time left is ever an hourglass,
yes, until our last breath.
Listen to my words and live for each day,
even when you feel gray.
No matter how much pain dwells within you,
find happiness and joy;
never become the person that you hate,
don't let revenge destroy.
Be strong and be a finer example,
just be the best sample.
Let go of the graveyard scene and of time,
find things you love to do;
collect friends like flowers in a bouquet,
even if just a few.
Live your life without dread and gloom looming,
and all joy consuming.
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March 8, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Time and Scraping Shovels
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1122-160-02
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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