Breath of wind
You are born in this life not a moment to soon
And immediately start growing closer to doom
Life happens so fast, almost faster than thought
Reaching the end hoping it wasn't for nought
Looking back on your life hoping you'd see
A very full life, your conscience to free
You search and you hunt, only to find
You'd wasted your life, oh you were blind
As you laid on your bed full of remorse
Your life at its end, the end of its course
Your body now Broken, never to mend
Now seeing life, as a breath of soft wind
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