“Life is more precious if I dig my purpose” by Eureka C. Bianzon

I say it to myself that I will keep on writing
Even when I get old,and my eyes get poor
from seeing
I will let my hands write what my heart tells
And fill the paper with the ink where it dwells

I won’t stop penning a poem, a piece of my art
For I know the inspiration will never subside
within my heart
This is the most luminant thing than a piece of gold
Forever will be shared even if I’ll get so old

Life is more precious if I dig my purpose
Sharing the inspiration from my own little world
Life is not a matter of richness but by deeds
I have done
Forever will be remembered even when
I’m gone

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