Worried, are you?
Not I.
It,
They say,
Is just the next great adventure.
Watch those who
Scramble,
Not sure whether
Life
Is at its end;
How amusing.
No,
A new beginning,
It rather be;
Or even,
It ought to be.
What happens,
Happens.
Nothing can be done,
Anymore.
Every second,
Must be valued,
Beyond all measures.
If not,
It is lost,
Forever.
Remember those times,
You once had;
Cherish them,
Indefinitely.
Lastly,
Hope for the best
Because
It is still not over, thus far.
And yet,
You just might make it
Through
To the other side.
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