A/n: This poem is a continuation of the Short Poem 2: Alone

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The time arrived,
I wasn't able to delay.
It wasn't something I could have perceived,
Life is often short, a play.

I am no more,
My thoughts unheard.
What will I take with me?
Other than my deeds.

Am I now just a story, a lore?
Will the place I go be one I feared?
Whatever I have left I'll let be.
And now I reap the crops of sowed seeds.

Adieu friends and family,
The time has come.
An angel has collected me.
Into the afterlife I go.

And now, I am not here anymore.

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