Poem -
nurture's seed
Upon birth thy counting livings days start,
As death brings forth no beatings heart,
Why are counting's breaths beat,
Not upon the beatings heart greet,
Within timely nurture's seed,
the times upon livings,
be deceived.
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Comments
If we are classified as dead without a heartbeat, why aren't we classified as living with a heartbeat, you are not part of life in countings days until your lungs breath air, there for we are older than we think.