Soon my "Is" will turn to "Was"
Going stale in time’s larder
The pains, the joys, even the cross,
All I bore climbing life’s ladder
They become one forgotten cause.
And my "Was" will be another’s "Is",
An endless spring to wet his thirst
And extend to him a soothing kiss
With knowledge to fill his chest
So his path he’ll never miss.
Yes my story'll burn ever bright
And though ‘twill become "his-story",
It'll echo in countless hearts
For I'll become a mystery
To haunt their thoughts day and night!
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