Young is young,
The complete opposite of old
Full of life,
Never going to die,
At least,
That's what you think
When you are young
Even when you're old
You know it's coming
Everyone does,
They know,
It's sad,
But it's a part of life,
Death is,
Always has been
These lives are sometimes cut too short
Sometimes they stretch out
But they're lived
By the young
Old,
Everyone in between,
They're lived,
They end,
Young people grow old,
They die
Wish they were young but are still old,
The young wish they were old
No one's happy as they are
And no one's immune to the challenges
Of life
Young people die
Too soon
Sometimes
Even when we know it's coming death
Is scary
It steals people away,
To a place we can't follow
But it's coming for all of us,
Young
Old
It doesn't matter
So...
In the end,
When you think of it like that,
It doesn't matter how you spend your time or what you do
Because it's all going to end,
One way or another
And your tiny cares will be swallowed in the shadow
Of something bigger
Something unseen,
But always there,
Looming behind
Causing pain and heartbreak and loss-
But there
And uncaring
Who you are
Or what you did
Or where you stand
In life
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The Original Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry, all written by me. Some of its kind of sad, and kind of dark. But it's all based, however loosely, on real life. A note before you read: I'm glad you're taking the time to read my poetry :). But before you do, I'd like to m...
