Take a deep breath and close your eyes,
A cup of tea and words of wise
The bird has to burn and become ashes,
And from the ashes the phoenix rise
When a river flows a route is made,
The water dries and the memories fade
All you're left with is water stains,
Times of joy and sorrow rains
Life is too small to worry about things,
For soon enough your death bell rings
And all you'll be left with is nick of time,
Sweet little memories, sweet little rhymes
So take a deep breath and close your eyes,
Let it go and let it rise
Make way for life and see what it gives,
That is how after death, a human lives
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When it is all said and done, our beautiful memories are one of the things that keep us going... and so we should all spend our time trying to make more of them... a truly beautiful and wise poem, friend.5 stars