Eventually death it does become our due
But where there is life there is hope happens for to be true
Your best days in life to the forever gone
But the lust for life in you wills you to live on
Financially bankrupt and luck not on your side
And you even have weakened to thoughts of suicide
But a tiny voice within urges you to live on
Why dwell on the past since the past it has gone
In saturday's lotto a huge jackpot to win
Buy yourself a ticket your luck may be in
Forget about suicide you'll be forever dead
The now is what matter and for you better days may be ahead
'Tis a fact we are born as mortals and facts never lie
But leave it to Nature to decide how you'll die.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
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