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Reality
Reality
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Death will come to all of us
Bottled ashes or six feet underground
Thoughts are empty; we utter no sound
Here today, maybe gone tomorrow
Feeling lost, saddened with sorrow
The body forms at birth and, in the end, turns to dust
The death you see is a terminal must
From birth, we begin our aging path
Just how long will we live? Time moves fast
Do you ever think of death in a severe way
No one knows night or day
Can you imagine a time without you
The grim reaper comes regardless of who
Childhood friends are a growing list
Saddened by the names already missed
Death a disregarded thought in time
Buried deep inside your mind
Some leave early, while others late
The man above picks the date
Life is so short and quick to pass
Our time clock moves way too fast
Smile and love life and enjoy each day
Forgive and forget, hold anger at bay
Treat your friends with love and kindness
Time with them is far from timeless
Always keep this thought in mind
You'll never outlast the word called TIME.
William Larry Pickard
WILAPICS ART
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William Pickard
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