Contemplative

Poem by: emilyjuck

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Submitted: July 11, 2007

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Submitted: July 11, 2007

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Entiretyis finished.

I've lived it all, or what ever is of worth.

By seventeen there will be nothing left.

Youth is the first and final stretch of this aimless race.

Aging; also known as theprematurity of afterlife.

Sixty years of blurred memories await you.

You can't remember anything in the end.

So cease, surrender, retire, why not?

Because of all those precious strings,

Those treasured attachments,

Pieces of everything,

There's always one reason to wake up tomorrow.


© Copyright 2016 emilyjuck. All rights reserved.

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