At the end by Ann Wood

In the end, it doesn't matter if you lived to the fullest.
Life is too short to waste, I tried hard to be a good person, but in the end it doesn't matter.
At the end of our life's journey, nothing matters, we all go two meters underground.
Live your life to the fullest, drought is too short to waste it aimlessly.
In the end, it doesn't matter if you were rich or poor, we all walk away with the wooden suit.



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Written on 2023-06-16 at 19:04

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Sad yes, it is one month since my friend died. Since last night I listen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVTXPUF4Oz4 it is call In the end.
2023-06-17


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poems are sad today, or fatalistic.
2023-06-17


Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
You are more then welcome, and yes life is so short, to be waste it. Live, love and be happy all, may God bless you and your families, Amen! I love you all.
2023-06-17



We all walk away with a wooden suit. That is an epic line. Thank you for reminding us to live every moment.
2023-06-17