Life

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I was 3, 6, 17, 21

When I witnessed death of near ones

They were 54, 63, 18, 72

A little girl saw her grandmother

And felt the chill of life leaving her

A young girl saw her grandfather

Suffering till he succumbed

A young lady saw her young sister

And the suicide marks on her neck

A young woman thinks of her second grandfather

And the goodbye she never said.

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I trimmed my nails today

They had grown too long

Even bodies grow nails

After life leaves them.

Does that mean I am them?

Or they are me?

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My little plant grows

In fertile soil some thousand miles away

I have done a good deed,

I am told

Saved a life which was good as gone.

Does that make me God?

Does that make my life worth more

Than it was before?

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~insight07

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