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The Ballad of Life MAG
As I journey into the all-so-bright Light, from the dark,
I think to myself, How did I leave my mark?
Recalling past troubles, feats, and good times,
I realize I wouldn’t give any of them up for a dime
All of the woes, tragedies and such,
Made me who I am, and for that I thank them much
For who are we, but the product of perseverance?
A fact while alive, I did not grasp its coherence
The cold, cold dark of the infinite void,
Most would give everything, simply to avoid
I embrace it with pride, knowing my life was well-spent
Recalling all of the paths, in my life that I went
Down, down, down, falling, falling down
My smirk of pride, quickly turns into a frown
All of those whom I loved, cared for and adored
Realizing that all of them will be left at the Door
As cold as the dark, tears run down my face,
Recalling those close to me, whom I have disgraced
Remembering the quarrels, comments better left unsaid
Their love for me, it seems, went over my head
My fears finally quell, the tears do subside
As I wonder, What is on the other side?
Will there be a Heaven, if yes, is there Hell?
Was my life really one that was spent well?
An eclipse of Darkness, between myself and the light,
A person, it seems, as dark as the night
As I look into His face, realizing I have arrived
Do I only now know, what it means to be alive
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The Ballad of Life, after "Death" (Other poem.)
Essentially a part-two.
(For the "Ballad Contest.")