Life and Death
I sat back in my Laz-E-Boy
To watch the evening news
And learned another life was lost
To this, I was immune
In this world of dog-eat-dog
My friend, you'd be hard pressed
To make it through a single day
And not be exposed to death
Normally, these thoughts cross your mind
At what seems the speed of light
Like the briefness of a falling star
As it disappears into the night
Then all at once, it happens
You lose someone close to you
Those subconscious thoughts are cut from root
And all emotions spew
Priorities suffer drastic change
A rush is put on life
The close friends and the loved ones
Forced to grow up overnight
Quietly, we'll think our thoughts
As the eyes around us swell
Though inside we feel bitterness
On this loss, we musn't dwell
It's more the harsh reality
Knowing all our times will come
But to worry about the date and time
Would be the end for some
Everyone wants to leave thier mark
Not sure what they can give
But to be preoccupied with death
How can you really live
Your mark is based on memories
Of all who played a part
Regardless of the length of life
Or how big or small the part
So note the beauty of the rose
Take the chance and smell
Walk with open eyes and arms
And go on to live life well.
To watch the evening news
And learned another life was lost
To this, I was immune
In this world of dog-eat-dog
My friend, you'd be hard pressed
To make it through a single day
And not be exposed to death
Normally, these thoughts cross your mind
At what seems the speed of light
Like the briefness of a falling star
As it disappears into the night
Then all at once, it happens
You lose someone close to you
Those subconscious thoughts are cut from root
And all emotions spew
Priorities suffer drastic change
A rush is put on life
The close friends and the loved ones
Forced to grow up overnight
Quietly, we'll think our thoughts
As the eyes around us swell
Though inside we feel bitterness
On this loss, we musn't dwell
It's more the harsh reality
Knowing all our times will come
But to worry about the date and time
Would be the end for some
Everyone wants to leave thier mark
Not sure what they can give
But to be preoccupied with death
How can you really live
Your mark is based on memories
Of all who played a part
Regardless of the length of life
Or how big or small the part
So note the beauty of the rose
Take the chance and smell
Walk with open eyes and arms
And go on to live life well.
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