Good days and bad days
are all numbered
batched together as one
until the final and there's none
On that final day we'll be
dead and gone
Cremated or buried under a
grave stone
So went Rome
the final day hit home
Even Jesus had his
final day on earth
until God gave him
new birth
he became a God of worth
The world will have its
final day in the future
far or near
so will every human here
Every human here
whether they're living
with or without fear
their final day will appear
Have no fear on the yield
the fun days should be
loving and fun filled
not wasted before
our blood spilled
So goes the thrilled
before they get chilled
OnepoetGem
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Reviewed on October 13, 2008
Live today as tomorrow is not promised. Again, a strong poem.
CarolHawks
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
CarolHawks
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Great write, Gem, yet again!