Exit Points - Poem by Suzanna Chevalier
A turn down the street, a miss o f a heart beat
could be the last day the last day you breathe.
Exit points we make with God
to leave this planet hopefully better off than not.
Knowing we are going to a place where we call home
don’t worry you will never be alone.
Written by Suzanna Chevalier on April 5,2011
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