Life cheats,
then it beats,
finally it deletes.
Sometime we just die,
not around long enough
to even know why.
Here today,
gone tomorrow,
suffer nothing but
lifes sorrow.
For the lucky ones,
they become the ducky nones.
Take everything for granted,
until their walk becomes slanted.
Then reality sets,
but
it maybe too late for regrets.
Yesterday was too late,
if we're ruled by
meaness and hate.
Action should be taken,
before heart and soul
parts breaking.
Heart gone one way,
soul making its own play.
Everyday starts,
with all broken parts.
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