Nineteen times my eyes have seen the wind bring winter too my doorstep.
Nineteen times my hands have felt the coldness of this season.
Life is but melting snow my mother use to say.
Nineteen times I have seen the melting snow go away.
My mother also said "live life as tho there is no tomorrow".
But what if there is no today?
My future past is haunted by the things my mother used to say.
I still belive that yesterday is the best day of them all.
Nineteen times I have gone through winter thinking this may be the day I
die.

 
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