Days

The days a person has to live

Are numbered. Each one

Is as precious as the next.

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There are days that drag

On forever, the clock

Seeming never to move.

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Other days pass at high

Speeds, lasting less

Than a second, in memory.

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There are days you can't

Help but feel sick and tired

Of the world you live in.

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There are days you long

To curl up and let

The world pass you by.

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There are days you cry

Out in sorrow and pain

From betrayal and loss.

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There are days you feel helpless

And lost, like nobody cares

Or is willing to help.

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Other days you want

Never to end, for the cheer

They bring is pure.

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Other days you laugh

So hard your lungs ache

And you shed happy tears.

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Other days you feel

Like great things could

Happen, and they do.

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Other days your heart is full

Of joy, and love

Is never absent.

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The days a person has to live

Are numbered. Tomorrow

Could always be your last.

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So despite the heartache, pain,

And sorrow of today - Remember

The yesterdays with fondness.