Death Poem by Theresa Hornby
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Death
We were young and beautiful
But nothing lasts forever
Growing older is something
We all have to endeavour
One day we will take our last breath
Growing older is Mother natures way
Of preparing us for death.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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5/6/2024 9:51:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
True. I am prepared. Thanks for sharing, Theresa