NEW YEAR AGAIN

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Years come and go,

age adds up digits,

organs depreciate,

skin folds into wrinkles.

A question we ask in the end:

Was life worth it?

 

And that’s the only question that matters.

The happy moments,

the beautiful memories,

the happiness, the sadness,

the fall, the rise,

the brokenness, the redemption,

the despair, the fulfilment

 

Time will flow, moments will pass.

We can’t reverse the sand clock.

But we can make every moment count.

Every teeny-meeney frame a memory.

And when death awaits,

We look in its eyes and say:

I am ready for I lived a life

worthy and fulfilling.


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