My vision about life
In this world. We start school, We grow up.
We work, Get married. And have children.
Then we change, Get older.
We retier. And our children, Grow up.
They get married, Give us grandkids.
And whilst we get ill. And our lives,
Move to the end. We spend our days,
In a nursing home. Were one day,
They will find us, Death in our bed.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-03-28 at 03:12
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Life By Ann Wood.
We are born, For a reason.In this world. We start school, We grow up.
We work, Get married. And have children.
Then we change, Get older.
We retier. And our children, Grow up.
They get married, Give us grandkids.
And whilst we get ill. And our lives,
Move to the end. We spend our days,
In a nursing home. Were one day,
They will find us, Death in our bed.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-03-28 at 03:12
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