Life has Limits.
A warrior stabbed is as good as gone,
But in his place became a song.
We love the lost, we must admire,
Good thiing our memories dont expire.
A broken down man; the bridge; the end
Water rushes; swerves and bends.
That girl he loved still wished for fire,
But she can't change a life expired
A prisoner starving; guarded cell.
With arms wide open; welcome hell.
Slipping slowly; survival's dire,
But the pain just won't expire.
So like I said,
Life has Limits.
Gabe Florsheim
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/expire/
