My Friend - Poem by Darren Harris
They say there’s a fine line between life and death,
It’s like sliding down the sharp edge of a knife,
Will we get there in one piece or more?
Will we reach the end at all?
Or will we fall?
There are many obstacles in our way,
Many races still to run,
Many hurdles left to jump,
But life’s not kind,
And it plays on our minds,
They tell us to read between the lines,
But what if we were blind,
And blackness is all we saw,
Then there would be no yellow brick road for us to follow,
There would only be sorrow,
They say our whole life is in front of us,
But in the end there’s only death,
Because we start to die from the day we are born,
And there’s nothing else on the other side,
So if they’ve told you there is, they’ve f*%king lied,
Death is final,
Death is the end my friend.
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