Poem: Cold but Brisk

You’ll die one day, so don’t forget
there’s but one life you live.
Don’t hide away or you’ll regret
the love you didn’t give.
The pain will come—and pleasure too—
but life is worth the risk.
The rain does drum, makes faces blue
—the air is cold but brisk.

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