Ashes For The Urn Poem by Madrason .
Ashes For The Urn
How would you truly live
if you yourself no time to give
would get the possibility
to see you die
with thine own eyes
a wise man told me don't despise
the time as golden sands
and still within thine hands
enjoy it and don't blame
from whence it came
don't make it burn
there's no return
and no Sojourn
within this bliss
just gratefulness
and ashes for the urn. M
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