Alive

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  • Death

    Alive

    As the day goes on,
    My life slowly dies.
    Each day, each night slowly fades.
    I start to cry, wondering how much longer I have left,
    After a while I just give up on life,
    And as I say my goodbyes,
    My eyes slowly close and i lay lifelessly,
    I may be dead, but my mind is more ALIVE then ever

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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