Tragically
A Hundred and Sixty Thousand per Day
The skin is just pretend
It’s not whom we are within
Soft pupils in colorful arrays
Hard wrinkles press each day
Still the heart pumps
From the sump of our soul
Life is one big hump
We all climb, even though we know
The heart fights like a champion
But microscopic beast takes us down
We think if were positive
Something good might come around
But when all is said and done
There wasn’t enough time
Wasn’t enough fun
Spring cannot rebound
No more earthen sound
Only the quieting
Even as life is rioting
Death has not one friend
Never could we win
Life is the deadliest
Of all human sins
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Tragically
