DeathA Poem by Sukhmeet SinghThis poem is about death
The fool, oh the fool, has wasted the, wasted the life,
Now, that who had fooled, shall learn, as all have been fools, One, one must know, what the use of all their years were, Those who know, of the one name, will be free from drools, One who must forget, that must be forget, what, known knife, Death, death, should this be forgotten, that which is uniting all, That path of death, can, can that path be avoided, to all, all, Death has answered, have it answered yes, we have no interest, But, we should know, that death has a path, to all as an arrest, One fool knows to drool, for he or she, shall be in the true pool, Goals for those alive, must be known, as one must eventually dive, You, you, you of all, shall not be a fool about to drool over the pool, All are ultimate, in the true desire, for the false death, Fools, please, please make goals, so lets stop being cruel, That should be all, for the life, in the small rice
© 2012 Sukhmeet SinghAuthor's Note
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