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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1366250
a poem about life!
We divine our inheritance as we tumble from the womb,
In a life that can sometime's feel too short and be over all too soon.
Every generation of man help's bring in the new,
As the old is forgotten, the young one's replace what they used to do.
I, myself, may have helped speed up my own demise,
With the thing's I've done and took, this I know, so it won't take me by suprise.
At least, in defence, I for one sure don't regret anything I've done.

Even the choice's somewhat gloomed in shadow,
I perceive no remorse in the path that I chose to follow.
There are people for sure who have lived in wealth without true worry's,
Who now wish at the end they could change their love, friendship and pubescent fumbles.
We lucky few who have all had the chance to live and persist,
Should be all gratefull of Mr Time, and thankfull for his priceless gift.
At least, I myself, for one can express, a smile for everyday I've lived and won.

So as you read my phraseology, you may begin to wonder,
If you're own game was like a sunny summer or more like one distorted in dark resounding thunder.
My advise for those of you who have felt this emotional doubt within,
Is that it's never too late to change and feel what unfeigned happyness can bring.
It is something un-corrupt that can't be bought in a shop with worthless man made paper money,
You can only really experience when you laugh and can grin at thing's that other's just don't seem to find funny.
At least know, no one else, for one but yourself, can help this sensation fill you.

As my sight depart's my eye's, more quickly than I hoped for,
Everything start's to fall into place as I see my last, final unopened door.
In my opinion you are born, then die, and the rest is all just gravy,
Is there a heaven or even a hell, at this point I can only tell you maybe.
I optimistically desire that the next step is just like a dream,
That although I may not wake from, is as beutifull as a morning sunbeam.
At the very least, when all else has ultimately ceased.


Rab Tait
a.k.a. Bobby Digital

18/12/07
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