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TIME TO DIE
0 Reviewsthe end of life, this poem has been published in two books.
You lay down one day very old
Your body once warm now growing cold.
You don't know that at the end of this day
Instead of here you'll be far away.
Your heart feels tired and heavy
Your breathing slows now nice and steady.
You realize something is happening to you
But know there is nothing that you can do.
As you hear you're wheezing breath
You know that what's coming is death.
No more sadness or pain
Your life begins to drain.
You lay there helpless and crying
Your time has finally come, you are dying.
Your breathing stops and so does your heart
At last the time has come for you to part.
It could make you mad in the head
Knowing that one-day you will be dead.
It is better to realize
That it's all right every one dies.
Your body once warm now growing cold.
You don't know that at the end of this day
Instead of here you'll be far away.
Your heart feels tired and heavy
Your breathing slows now nice and steady.
You realize something is happening to you
But know there is nothing that you can do.
As you hear you're wheezing breath
You know that what's coming is death.
No more sadness or pain
Your life begins to drain.
You lay there helpless and crying
Your time has finally come, you are dying.
Your breathing stops and so does your heart
At last the time has come for you to part.
It could make you mad in the head
Knowing that one-day you will be dead.
It is better to realize
That it's all right every one dies.
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