Life, is it so grand?

I was Born and I died

Life, a page that turns
Without warning
Nothing stops its fingers
From reading my story in my palm
As it passes by another chapter of my life
Quickly pressing forward to the end
I feel so young yet inside
I'm a dying man....
A cold breeze passes over me
The chill frosts my breath
My words a testament to my being
Am I still alive or has it passed over
Me yet?

Published February 01, 2011 Write a comment
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seema chowdhury
interesting poem with a deep concept.
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heavenlygrace
Don't worry, there are many chapters yet to written.
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