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| Life is like a son, and death comes down in sunset (Balungao, Pangasinan) |
takes our breath in loath.
Struggles underneath
Walks alone in coat.
We die with a word
Leaving one's a curd
As we pray to lord
With aces of card
As they gone we lost
Take them back in cost
Love not comes in host
Vanished life to boost
I write this poem for everyone, wasting their life to their own sake instead of spending it in worth cost. We can do all things in life before we dies to make ourself contented, however contenment isn't gained from our own desire, the people around you will teach you how to have such life. Sometimes we didn't understand why death comes in someone's life, taking all of our love ones beside us. There is Death to remind us that we're not living forever, we're living in a one shot world that you must to things better in just single life that is given on you. This is not any simple, supermario games that we can have five lives or more to correct our mistakes. The flow is going and accept the fact that you commit mistakes.
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