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Pages of instructions, arrive, With almost everything, Except the most important thing, Human life, Our lives, Some are honest, Always honest, trying to keep things right, Others, like snakes, Waiting in the dark, to advance with a strike. Some people will help, A stranger, bleeding in need, Then after their scars heal, They will take advantage of the one who cared, With acts of personal greed. We are just creating memories, As we travel, towards the end, in our own way, How do you want to be judge? At the end, on that final day? Tom Maxwell © 4/30/2020 / 10:45 AM
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Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
Our life, that Final Day
Pages of instructions, arrive, With almost everything, Except the most important thing, Human life, Our lives, Some are honest, Always honest, trying to keep things right, Others, like snakes, Waiting in the dark, to advance with a strike. Some people will help, A stranger, bleeding in need, Then after their scars heal, They will take advantage of the one who cared, With acts of personal greed. We are just creating memories, As we travel, towards the end, in our own way, How do you want to be judge? At the end, on that final day? Tom Maxwell © 4/30/2020 / 10:45 AM
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Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
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