Clove Beatty


The game of life and death


Life isn't a game,
So stop treating it like one
You only get one
So be careful with it
It's too short
And far too fragile to waste
Make something of yourself
Be yourself
No regrets
No mistakes
Because we all end up in the same place
Six feet under
No pulse
No thud of your heart
Just silence
Dead silence

Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012
Edited: Friday, April 19, 2013
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  • Khairul Ahsan (10/23/2013 8:29:00 PM)

    It's a good poem.
    'Because we all end up in the same place
    Six feet under
    No pulse
    No thud of your heart
    Just silence
    Dead silence '
    Good to see these words of stark reality coming from some one so young like you! (Report) Reply

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