The children I will not have.
The songs I will not enjoy.
The movies I will not see.
The smiles I will not smile.
The moments I will not know.
The hand I will not hold.
The kisses I will not feel.
The life I will not live.
Tell me how this isn't like death.
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Reviews of "All Gone"
Reviewed by karen logan
Reviewed on December 13, 2010
Death is an ending as we are taught. You stop breathing there for you are empty of life. Yes, this is if I am correct, an ending, death of a love or relationship. But the good news is, where there is fire and distruction there will soon be new seeds in search of the sun. Life will go on because that is how we live. You will be able to fester a stronger seed from the nourishment of the reckage from the past and you will again live strong. Love and Light, Karen
These are deeply compelling emotions and meanings, April; and many can relate to what you express. You are right; it often truly does feel like "death" but the fact remains that it is not death. Thank you for sharing of your soul. Love, peace, and best wishes to you,
Regis
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2010
"Tell me how this isn't like death."
Adopt a child in need.
Find songs you will enjoy.
See movies you didn't think you would.
Smile a smile though it hurts your face.
Take the moment and spend it.
Find a hand. Hold it.
Kiss enough times and you will feel it.
Live your life in spite of it all.
You are not decayed, that;s why it isn't like death.
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Regis
Adopt a child in need.
Find songs you will enjoy.
See movies you didn't think you would.
Smile a smile though it hurts your face.
Take the moment and spend it.
Find a hand. Hold it.
Kiss enough times and you will feel it.
Live your life in spite of it all.
You are not decayed, that;s why it isn't like death.