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IF ONLY YOU KNEW
Did you ever realise that one day you could be gone,
You’d close your eyes
Never to open them again.
That the world for you would stop,
But would continue for the rest,
Did you ever realise that one day,
Your time will be up,
The period for use of the software you call your spirit,
The hardware you call your body would run put,
This time there would be no renew button,
No extended version,
No premium subscription.
Did you ever realise that one day,
You would take your place among tombstones,
Unaware of the world above you,
Unaware of what they say about you now,
Unaware of how your wealth was divided a few hours after your funeral,
Unaware of those who remember you.
You see,
On your tombstone,
There are two dates and inbetween them is a hyphen,
That hyphen is you,
All you did,
All you were,
All you ever achieved,
It’s all there,
Therefore do not store your wealth on earth,
Instead store it in heaven,
Do not do things tomorrow,
Instead do they today,
Cherish each breath as if it were your last,
And one day it will be your last,
For soon you will go back to the soil you were made from.
Make your hyphen memorable.
You’d close your eyes
Never to open them again.
That the world for you would stop,
But would continue for the rest,
Did you ever realise that one day,
Your time will be up,
The period for use of the software you call your spirit,
The hardware you call your body would run put,
This time there would be no renew button,
No extended version,
No premium subscription.
Did you ever realise that one day,
You would take your place among tombstones,
Unaware of the world above you,
Unaware of what they say about you now,
Unaware of how your wealth was divided a few hours after your funeral,
Unaware of those who remember you.
You see,
On your tombstone,
There are two dates and inbetween them is a hyphen,
That hyphen is you,
All you did,
All you were,
All you ever achieved,
It’s all there,
Therefore do not store your wealth on earth,
Instead store it in heaven,
Do not do things tomorrow,
Instead do they today,
Cherish each breath as if it were your last,
And one day it will be your last,
For soon you will go back to the soil you were made from.
Make your hyphen memorable.
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