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As time fly by
Dirayat Dirayat
As times fly by,
i did not think how and why
now death hath striketh my door,
giving me my life's final push,
I thinketh now what I was
and what I did,
Every thing I had
was now dust indeed,
Now that ima going,
and gone to face my fate,
I must say, i wasted my life,
As times fly by.
Dirayat Dirayat has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Dirayat's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Dirayat's latest works: