Edwina Reizer

Rookie - 42 Points (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

Out Of Mind - Poem by Edwina Reizer

We die a little bit every day
but never start to mourn.
We're so intent on all the living
that we do from when we're born.

But life is a fleeting second that ticks
and mourning is too sad.
So we meet the future forgetting the tick
that will stop the life we've had.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 28, 2010

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