Saturday, September 3, 2011

The Wait

Now listen
There is nothing more painful than an unsaid goodbye
It might be your turn next time
So do it. Do what you want to do.
Death will not give a warning
There will never be a second chance
To do what you were born to do
Find your calling
Pull it out
From your dreams
From your screams
Shut up
Stop complaining
Work these hands
Use your head
It's simple
When you know
That death is waiting for you
Only you.

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  2. Sooper liked the poem!!

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  3. gosh!!...sheer truth! :) loved this..

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