Short Deathbeds Poems

Life.

How could a word so small

hold such a big responsibility?

the answer to this questions cannot be answered

 until we are old and turning grey,

Until we are gasping for our last breaths,

Until we are lying on our deathbeds.

That is when we will truly know the meaning of life.

After all it is what YOU make it....

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the sidewalks turn into rivers
soaking shoes that smack the concrete bottom.
rosy-cheeked and bleary-eyed
you stumble next to me, 
but my steps are meticulous, 
avoiding the writhing worms-
pinkish but corpse-gray on their deathbeds-
a public drowning.
I would stop and carry them to land, 
but you would make an ugly face
and say cruel boy things.
so i sacrifice their lives
for another moment of peace....

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