Expire Poem by Gabe Florsheim

Life has Limits.

A warrior stabbed is as good as gone,
But in his place became a song.
We love the lost, we must admire,
Good thiing our memories dont expire.

A broken down man; the bridge; the end
Water rushes; swerves and bends.
That girl he loved still wished for fire,
But she can't change a life expired

A prisoner starving; guarded cell.
With arms wide open; welcome hell.
Slipping slowly; survival's dire,
But the pain just won't expire.

So like I said,

Life has Limits.