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All Like Grass
As few have often think it is
This life is but a breeze.
Can have and get these things you’ll miss
Like lemon next to squeeze.
As greed laughs in such contrary
Of nights of lonely ride.
In life there’s so much temporary,
Would you be satisfied?
Glance back, recall and ponder
Our lives we’re all like grass.
These wealth we seem to wonder
In end could break like glass.
© 2017 Delver J