| She died today I'm not sure why She left us this way I'm not sure again I thought of nonsense yesterday... I think of serious feelings right now It's words like... Died, killed, hurt, and murdered... That jump start our emotions for a single moment in time... At a time: meaning they don't last, one day at a time becomes the unsatisfied past She died today And yet we still laugh! She left us this way And yet we still complain! Even though we didn't know her, even though we didn't see her, We don't have to act as if we've never talked to her. She was one of us, we are one of her, she should be remembered... our respect we should send to her. |
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| I'm very in touch with this poem... Death sobers me right up and it makes me really think. It doesn't really matter who it was that died. I cry because it's the end of a life. The end of someone's dreams. There are so many things they'll never be able to do again. Things they'll never get to try. Sure, I act like a goofball 90 percent of the time, but I have respect for the dead. Respect for past lives. |
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