The End is Never Clear Enough
If today was your last day,
Would you make it count or fade away?
Would you look through time and see,
Your life wasn't how it was supposed to be?
And when you think about it will you be upset or let go?
That's an answer you might never know.
If you were at the final end,
Would you say that life was your friend?
Or would you say that it screwed you bad?
That it was the worst experience you ever had?
Your life is a gift to those you know.
Especially the ones that love you so.
No one said you had to be perfect forever.
But if you were do you think it would be better?
The end isn't seen until it's near.
And you barely have time to shed one last tear.
You should treasure every moment you have left.
Becasue no one knows when they will take their final breath.
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