December 21st

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    December 21st

    If the sun hits the earth, then you and I will wake

    To look out the window into another day

    And in-between the sheets, just like our parents laid

    We will grow old, and old, and old

     

    Just for a while, we’ll accept our fates

    Knowing that we’ll succumb to disease or old age

    But as long as we are alive, is as long as I’ll say:

    I’m blessed to wake up to your beautiful face

     

    You’re something to hold on to,

    A spitting image of what is truth

    In a world of deceit and lies where we are all sure to soon die

     

    So if the sun doesn’t hit the earth, then let us pass with trust

    That the good die young and heaven isn’t a bust

    And if love was really some sort of curse

    I’m glad I’ll be wiped out with it on the twenty-first

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    Crush commented on December 21st

    05-09-2019

    AGAIN....Great work and the line, "A spitting image of what is truth" simply knocked me out! Beautiful stuff!

    jj1562 commented on December 21st

    04-03-2012

    the best thing i have to say to that is "Do not pity the dead Harry pity the living and above all others pity those that live without love."~Dumbledore (sorry major potterhead) adn i couldnt agree more.

    am2anangel commented on December 21st

    01-03-2012

    lol great humorous write. Guess we better live our fill until then. who's to really know. Great write of doomsday all tangled up with a little bit of love. well done. -Tonya

    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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