Showing sad poems for tag "Disease"

Our perfect disease: LIFE

Victory is for loosers

14 Nov, 2011 07:20 AM
You have it from birth
It lasts until death
And in between
It works at its best

It works from morning
Through evening and noon
It lasts and it lasts
Exerting a tune

Creating and giving
Not taking away
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Tags: Disease, Life, Problems, Death, Passing
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