Theresa Hornby

Death - Poem by Theresa Hornby

We were young and beautiful
But nothing lasts forever
Growing older is something
We all have to endeavour
One day we will take our last breath
Growing older is Mother natures way
Of preparing us for death.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: Ars Poetica

Comments about Death by Theresa Hornby

  • Kelly Kurt (9/19/2015 1:24:00 PM)

    True. I am prepared. Thanks for sharing, Theresa (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2015

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