Saturday, 5 November 2016

The Last Wish

Life is so beautiful,
So wonderful.
But do we look at it that way?,
For that, no words we have to say.

Our needs,
Our greed,
Keeps increasing once one thing is acquired,
Around and over it our mind and thoughts get wired.

Is just a word of mouth,
There's no one to abide by it,
The world will never let this word fit.

Death and situations,
Can never be predicted,
Our last wish, we wonder,
What would it be?, is something we ponder.

Content is a word,
We've never said at all,
It's lying, insignificantly, in the dictionary,
And that's exactly why we worry.

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