Forgotten pages, lost in time.
Each "page" of our life is cast into a bottomless mine.
Never will they be read again.
An empty "book" is the ultimate sin.
Unwisely we use the days of our lives,
wasted on hedonistic vice.
Death comes from our sin's wages.....
We should have made better use of those forgotten pages...



Poem copyrighted by Bo Bandy.

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