We all will grow old..........

One day we will all grow old, One day our legs will fold, Under the weight of death we crumble, About this we should be humble, For our time will come soon, So there is so need to Swoon (be depressed and sing about it), Our blood is the colour of crimson, We will enter the room he is in, The ghostly reaper's presance will not be very delightful, But the swing of his scythe is not spiteful... We will all groe old, After the swing our legs will fold, We will crumble and fall as our crimson blood splatters ageinst the sno white wall, death is not what some people think to is to be, Soon this will happen to me, i see dead bodies hanging from the tree of life, and at the bottom a woman giving birth, We will all soon become one with our beautiful earth... to the ground our head will fall, and yet in such tragic time the world still says "And on with the ball".............


Forever and always...
*~Dannii Blackhart~*
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Great poem payton!
I need to go i'll write a better soent soon sorries ! XD

luv it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lol this isnot spam!