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Apr 2016
Our world is crumbling
Falling apart
Losing its will to live
People having disregard
Lost respect
And forgetting how to give
Oceans laced with
Bottles and trash
Forests and playgrounds too
The world walks by
With blinders on
Never smiling too
We’ve lost our hope
We’ve lost our love
We are fighting just to survive
Trying to find a glimpse
of what it used to mean -
to be alive
we’ve forgotten our souls
our reasons to live
we hide behind our masks
pushing away the world around
focusing on our tasks
Forgetting all who are in need
Turning a blind eye
Selfishly hoarding all we can
Until the day we die
You cannot take it with you
Your treasures turn to rust
Or end up in a trash pile
And your memories turn to dust
You leave behind no legacy
Of good and kindness and love
Of lending out a helping hand
In life you fell short of
Remembering why
We were given this life
It isn’t about your things
The question that will be asked of you
Is what did you do for Me?
How did you help another
When their confidence was down?
How did you help bring light
To a person with a frown?
How did you clothe the naked?
Or feed the hungry, and hurt?
How did you show My love
To those who were out of work?
Or did you spend your life
In anger
Blaming the world for your fate
Spreading sickness, telling lies
Burying your soul in hate?
It is your choice
On how you live
And what you wish to leave
How will you be remembered my friend
What kind of life will you weave?

April 5, 2016
Pamela Penta
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Pamela Penta  59/F/Santa Fe, New Mexico
(59/F/Santa Fe, New Mexico)   
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