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So Brief A Life

 

We enter into

that final phase

expressed in sleep

and slow malaise

 

we shrink in size

our mind declines

we deteriorate

in many ways

 

no more the rage

of primal youth

we slowly learn

the somber truth

 

that like a tree

now without fruit

life was too brief

death in our roots.

 

 

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Jordyn Elizabeth

Wed 22nd Jan 2020 01:40

Very deep and unfortunately true. I enjoyed this poem, well done.

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kimberly

Tue 21st Jan 2020 20:18

Well done!

d.knape

Tue 21st Jan 2020 13:59

So brief a life
it did not last
it went too fast
too soon we pass.

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