Time Of DeathA Poem by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)Life’s
moments are grains of sand In
the hourglass of the human spirit, If
you allow those grains To
slip through your fingers They
become the dirt You
will be buried beneath. If
you do not cry Your
soul will dry up, To
deny love In
fear of heartache Is
a self-made heart attack, When
you choose Not
to laugh At
the little things Is
like wearing The
Grim Reaper’s face. My
many attempts To
inspire you Was
my way To
revive you, But
your vital signs Tell
me it’s too late… So
with regret I
will call it,
“Time of death, the
moment you took your first breath.” © 2014 The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)Reviews
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Added on September 16, 2014Last Updated on September 16, 2014 AuthorThe Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncoolAboutBirth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..Writing
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