4 May

From the fourth of May
I got up each day
Coping with the stress
Hoping it’d be less
By the next morning
By the time I’m yawning
On me, it’s dawning
I might not see tomorrow
In all their sorrow
They’ll borrow
Mourning tears
How many years
Until the reaper appears?
The answer is with
My hopes & fears
Nobody knows
How life goes
But death surely follows.

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