Papers of Life: A Poem.

You are given a paper,

When you are honored,

You are proud for your lifetime.

You are given a paper,

When you are sick,

You suffer for your lifetime.

You are given a paper,

When you are sick,

You suffer for your lifetime.

You are given a paper,

When you are at funeral (in a coffin),

You complete your lifetime.

Heedless of the eight papers,

You are free for your lifetime.

Forget all the papers,

You are happy for lifetime.

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Comments (3)
  • ShaFar on Apr 1, 2009

    Great!! We both think on the same level. Very truthful. The world has to many papers.

  • Kimberly Moore on Apr 14, 2009

    A magnificent sequel! Great Job:)

  • Cynthia Bartlett on Jul 16, 2009

    We’ve become very fond of paper.

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