How important is this
When perceived from
My final hour
Everything just seem so hard
Take another look from the cold graveyard
Life is brief even at its longest
Don't get lost in a self-made forest
Our thoughts create the world we see
We always choose the way we will be
Greet each day
In a grateful way
Spread joy and kindness as you go
Our life springs from the seeds we sew
How important is this
When perceived from
My final hour
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