IMI ATAGA

Know this space we inhabit is only but a temporary place
As fresh leaves and peels soon turn dry, withering to end
So us one day would loose our glow till we are no more done
Please, for this little time we have, care, even if little
Nothing in life is worth the squabble, quarrel, or enmity
No matter who you are today, naked we came same we go
I care for you, no matter what branch, fruit, leaves you are
So if some day you feel down, needing a lift, please call me
And if perchance you call and I can't answer, know I need you.

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