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One last venture down memory lane. . .

Poetry By: lanchava
Poetry



When Death comes, hold your head high.


Submitted:Jun 18, 2010    Reads: 79    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


We all must walk down memory lane one last time,
When Death calls us on our mobile phones and telephones.
Sure, we will weep for the end of an era,
But it shouldn't be all tragedy.
We should honour ourselves by holding our head high to the last minute,
And die knowing that we were the best person we could be.
Don't look back on all the bad times, those times you now regret,
Think of all the good times, basking in the sunlight.





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