The Y.O.L.O. Poem, Now With Gratitude
I can’t live without knowing one day I will die
Else how appreciate I all of Life’s splendor?
For there is, to no extent, is there a point to vie
If I know not the existence of my time’s offender.
To savor sweet flavor on a moonlit summer’s eve
Is by meaning absurd if I care not for its leave.
For while I could taste it with taste my buds have,
To relish is futile if I wear not life on my sleeve.
Life and persistence are but different cookie cutters,
And life has no life if life lives in the gutter.
Survival is short of soul and heart, but
Ignorance of my mortality means naught.
True that is: short is the life I live.
If thoughts of doom doth not hide
From an imposed limit round reside
With my spirits shall I ever glide
Off the winds of impending end
To a place where joys not pend
Living life out of the lens
That I will never die, no whens.
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