Poem 2-53A Poem by KeithSad, don't bother unless dark in moodHow do they measure One’s value until dead Longings, achievements and ire Once placed upon your head Does some semblance Of this life’s worth Suddenly manifest and balance The transgress of this earth They may reminisce Of that now forgotten Opportunities they missed and forgive Bourne heavy on that now rotting And at last, they seize Now consequence cast in stone And watch to see who`s eye tears In the epiphany of being alone
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