When The Time ComesA Poem by Tai-SanThis is a poem i wrote from my heart. You crush it, i crush you.
When The Time Comes
When the time comes,
It doesn’t matter who was right or wrong.
It doesn’t matter the mountains that were climbed,
And it doesn’t matter if you had help or not.
It doesn’t matter who your friends were,
Or even if you had any.
When the time comes,
It doesn’t matter if you go to church,
It doesn’t matter if you believe in God.
It doesn’t matter what was right,
Nor what was wrong.
It just doesn’t matter any more.
When the time comes,
It doesn’t matter who won the argument.
It doesn’t matter who started it,
It doesn’t matter who finished.
It doesn’t matter who your favorite team was,
It doesn’t matter what team you hated.
When the time comes,
It doesn’t matter what you liked to do.
It doesn’t matter what your favorite sport was,
It doesn’t matter what you were good at,
What you weren’t.
It doesn’t even matter what book you liked.
When the time comes,
You realize that nothing really matters.
By the time we are gone,
Buried among the dead,
It doesn’t matter what was what,
Because then it’s all away.
When the time comes,
All memories are forgotten,
And you turn to dust.
When your dust blows through the wind,
The one closest to you shall feel it,
And then they shall feel your presence.
When the time comes,
You’ll realize everything was just a dream.
Anyone that hurt you,
Made you feel good,
Anyone who pretended to be your friend.
All memories of the past, yet just figures in your mind.
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Added on June 9, 2009AuthorTai-SanNew YorkAboutI am single and an age. I hate people, but I love them. I get scared very easily and, well, i wont say why. I'm a poet, though i'm bad at it. My best friends are: Wa Ya As The Gothic Cowboy, ATG, .. more..Writing
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