Tomorrow’s not promised


As I'm getting older I'm realizing that the world is much colder, some days feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders like a Boulder. Damn am I asleep or awake? Is this real or is it fake?.
 I'm thinking sometimes to myself people don't be really knowing what's at stake. Praying for the world to be a better place sometimes it feels like a rat race, everyone fighting for scraps  off a plate times is hard I'm sure many can relate, this is food for thought I know your hungry so grab a plate.
 I don't hold any grudges, to old for that shit so I wipe the slate,. Grown man so I don't have any problems sitting with anyone to partake in a mature debate.
We here today gone tomorrow love the ones closet to you because if you don't you will know the definition of true sorrow, it's a fact that  for some folks they may not be a tomorrow. See it's never promised to anyone, so live a positive life do good and try to have Alot of fun.

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