The Bucket List...It's
The Bucket List...
It's a symbol of eventual death,
and living life to the fullest,
and only getting one chance.
Life doesn't have do overs,
or second chances,
you live a day and never, ever get it back,
once it's gone, you'll never see it again.
Memories are the days past,
and the only thing that stay the same throughout a lifetime,
Memories are the days we miss,
and will never see again.
The Bucket List is a culmination,
a culmanation of days lived once,
but memories that will live forever,
the Bucket List is what life is about.
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