Dying's What You Do Poem by Patti Masterman

Dying's What You Do



Dying's what you do
When you're very old-
Or else, when you're yet young,
With a body growing cold.

Dying's what you do
Before your name is gone-
Your richness in the ground,
And then- forgotten.

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