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Opened All Doors, No Sight Of Hope, Exit Door Next
- Jul 1, 2023
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I ended up writing a poem to myself, I hope you not mind me sharing it here.
Is it my time?
As time, life keeps moving onward
As sunrise and sunset, journey is forward or backward but is ever onward
As health and sickness, seen so many ups and such deep downs
As mud to life to mud, is it now my time back to earth?
As promise, it was until life do us part but fate had its hastened plan
As life and death, felt so much love and felt so much pain
As shattered dreams, I am tired and just numb, is it time to go back home?
As sleep, but to just rest for ever in peace
As fate, I just do not know, is it my time?
thanks for your time, I love you all.
Is it my time?
As time, life keeps moving onward
As sunrise and sunset, journey is forward or backward but is ever onward
As health and sickness, seen so many ups and such deep downs
As mud to life to mud, is it now my time back to earth?
As promise, it was until life do us part but fate had its hastened plan
As life and death, felt so much love and felt so much pain
As shattered dreams, I am tired and just numb, is it time to go back home?
As sleep, but to just rest for ever in peace
As fate, I just do not know, is it my time?
thanks for your time, I love you all.