I write poems in hope that they will live on forever
Because someday I will die
I try to tell my daughter I love her every day, I call my dad once a week and try to stay in contact with my friends
Because someday I will die
I go to work and collect that check making sure a part of it goes to life insurance
Because someday I will die
I wonder the streets at night, climb mountains during the day and try to take it all in
Because someday I will die
I try to get to know you all better
Because someday I will die
I want to understand your point of view
Because someday I will die
I read poetry
Because someday I will die
I drink Crown, smoke a tobacco pipe and eat the occasional steak
Because someday I will die
I meditate and contemplate the meaning of life
Because someday I will die
I love and hope and care and pray
Because someday I will die
I rant, shake my fist and express my discontent
Because someday I will die
I clean my house, take out the trash, do the dishes and wear clean underwear
Because someday I will die
You are reading this poem
Because some day I will die
We fight to stay alive
Because we do not want today to be the day we die
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
I write poems in hope that they will live on forever
Because someday I will die
I try to tell my daughter I love her every day, I call my dad once a week and try to stay in contact with my friends
Because someday I will die
I go to work and collect that check making sure a part of it goes to life insurance
Because someday I will die
I wonder the streets at night, climb mountains during the day and try to take it all in
Because someday I will die
I try to get to know you all better
Because someday I will die
I want to understand your point of view
Because someday I will die
I read poetry
Because someday I will die
I drink Crown, smoke a tobacco pipe and eat the occasional steak
Because someday I will die
I meditate and contemplate the meaning of life
Because someday I will die
I love and hope and care and pray
Because someday I will die
I rant, shake my fist and express my discontent
Because someday I will die
I clean my house, take out the trash, do the dishes and wear clean underwear
Because someday I will die
You are reading this poem
Because some day I will die
We fight to stay alive
Because we do not want today to be the day we die
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