He Was All But Twenty Poem by Saint Cynosure
He Was All But Twenty
He lay there on his bed of death,
and wishing through his last of breath.
Just one more chance LORD,
let me get.
I'll do it right,
you wont regret.
But life is all,
if full of chance.
And once its gone,
you cant go back.
So make your plans,
and do it wisely.
The dreams you conquer,
must be timely.
As I watched him die,
he did remind me.
He was all but twenty...
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8/29/2026 11:23:49 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
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