Shalom Freedman (Troy New York)

As i walked to school one day i thaught, why dont i make an account o a random website. So here i am at school done with my project writing random comments. 4 more hours until i have baseball practice.

Some see a grave as life's end
Following a road with many a bend.
The road never easy on which to pass
Is littered with debris and other trash.

But a grave is nothing but a hole in the ground
Which will be filled and soon be as it was found
And the body that lies in state
Will meet with worms which is Nature's fate.

So as a man walks surely to his own grave
He must acknowledge the mistakes he's made
And try again and again to be set free
From the pious feelings of superiority.

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Once you're born you're bound to die. But continue to live in the hearts of people that loved, care and respect us. You cannot avoid it but just think that you are just passing completely to pursue another chapter in another space and time. Have faith. Nice short poem.

a very powerful metaphor...

and yet the soul which slips out of one body is awash with newness in its next

wow, short, sure and deadly.