When you are young you don’t feel the strain of life
You are full of passion; which runs through you rife
The next love seems all you look for in your search
To find a perfect mate who really gets you
But what if you have lived your life in a fog
To find your self is now and long over do
Searching, searching for self and a match
Settling for second best becomes your catch
Unhappiness and disappointment become common place
Never to win this lost and lonely race
Pain and deterioration of body and soul
Becomes all that is left in this fruit bowl
I have given people and life my all
So when death comes I will be ready for that call
So when death comes I will be ready for that call
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