If I lived till the end of time
And watched all that I call mine
Pass me by one by one
My mother, father, wife and son
My brother, sister, my grandson
My great-granddaughter and everyone
Even though I may never get old
How much grief can one heart hold?
If I Lived Till The End Of Time
Frank Solanki 
Beautiful, Frank.
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Thank you, Frederick.
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Such a moving poem and a very sad thought.
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Pure and raw. Such a beautiful write, Frank 💜
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That sounds heartbreaking ;(
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I’ve thought of that myself. You’d have to continually be making new friends and watching as they all pass away.
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