The Forgotten Fact Poem by Mona Goldword

The Forgotten Fact



I hate to talk about the end
And i know the world is not eternal
It's so beautiful to be loved
Though we can't be utopians.
The truth can't be denied
That even fair declines
But life in this world is so confined
That no one from fate flies.

To the one who mocks
To the one who tampers
To the one who forgets
The hearts he breaks:
In the world thou growest
But growing is not forever
Cause the grave is the final shelter.

We are all the same under the ground
No flesh but bones and gloominess to see
Where voices can't be heard. they are too profound
Even the sweat of the sun won't work for thee.

The same are our beds
as all of us shall rest under the ground
but the same not are our ends
cause to heaven not all of us are going

To the one who despises people
To the foul
To the one who prefers treason
To the liars
To the chasers of desires
And to all the ones who are not prepared yet:
Death doth not only pick what date could fold
It's a cup that all shall hold.

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it's simply about something sometimes we forget about about..it's death.
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