'' Lest I Visit An Early Grave '' Poem by Bri Mar

Hurry scurry,
Flurry worry,
All it does is cause you strife,
Everything around you becomes so blurry,
It will also shorten your life.

Fast past,
Last aghast,
There's not enough hours in a day,
My time it just goes by so fast,
This lifestyle gives me affray.

Rush gush,
Crush blush,
I'm afraid I'm the poor relation,
Anyone tries I give them the brush,
They say I'm a strange creation.

Disguise despise,
Devise unwise,
There's always someone will call your bluff,
That could well lead to my demise,
Life at times can be tough.

Led said,
Tread dead,
Being a loner's a mythical dream,
My life is hanging by the proverbial thread,
Why? I refuse to be part of the team.

Stern learn,
Yearn earn,
I count each and every last breath,
As time moves on I'm feeling concern,
I can literally perceive my own death.

Want haunt,
Taunt gaunt,
Against time I refuse to behave,
I need to be careful about what I want,

‘' Lest I Visit An Early Grave ‘'