My rhymes sometimes sound redundant
But understand that six feet underground
The ones I love lay abundant
You might have read it once
But read it again
The world is filled with sin
Life begins only to end
And ruin the next of kin
An endless spin
New hearts, fresh minds
And young bodies filled with recycled souls
Never knowing they lived once before
Until they find themselves
Then it all hit’s the floor
Thinking they see things in a different light
With their new found wisdom
Try as they might
But I outlived them