Sunday’s Poetry Post

Legacy

 

People die,

That’s what

We do.

Any day

May be

Your last.

 

So love

Like tomorrow

Won’t come.

And dream

Like there’ll

Be one.

                                                                John Northcutt Young

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About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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