Before it's too late

July 6, 2020

In this hard time,

Appreciate anyone anytime,

It is absolutely no crime,

To be in their life, that makes a rhyme,

"Don't worry, you got a lot of time", they said,

And you thought that was true until this widespread,

And you should dread,

For when your loved ones go to bed,

That it won't be long until they lose the battle of dead

So stop those tears you shed,

Making your eyes bloody red,

Go on and make sure they are fed,

Before the angel comes and their spirit fleds.

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