Life Poem by Stacy Bea
Life
Life, but a dream. Hopes and happiness what is the point, no one lives for ever yet we cling to life as a last dream. Maybe one day the dream will live till the end but that day is not today and we just have to deal, why do anything if live is timed?
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,happiness,life,today
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