Date: April 15, 2003 at 23:42:58
From: Whuhen
Age: 97
Subject: Life
Life is like a box of chocolates
centers full until diminished,
seasons past it round and round
until the day comes up to pound,
into the box that holds us there
in memory for those to stare,
They wish us well and shed a tear
and ponder over hopes and fears,
knowingly true that they'll be there
In memory for those to stare.
Not a thought that holds much meaning
chills the spine and makes us think,
every life must do it's justice
lest the days comes up to pound,
heaven sent we will be found
every life do yourselves proud.
Copyright ©2003 Suzelle Longman
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