My life is narrowed

When you lose your fingers
You can still paint
though your heart remains
You will forever miss your digits

If you cannot find the picture
Of your grandmother
though she still lives
you miss reminder of her smile

When you lose your dreams
you still may sleep
Lacking whispers of your soul
Life has less meaning

When a friend departs
you will find others
For the remainder of life
Your heart no longer skips

When you wear a smile
While pain fills your thought
You will always be
A poor copy of the real

This world hurts
And that is why it is so
precious just like the
things you thought you had

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