Life At Best Is Very Brief, Like The Falling Of A Leaf

It has been a lonely day today. I played basketball this morning, but apart from that I've had minimal human contact. Zahid is nowhere to be found, and Debbie has gone to her aunt's for Easter. The rest of the folks have gone home for the Easter weekend, and the few that are still here have gone drinking and partying. I haven't done as much work as I would have liked to do this weekend, so I guess I'll just have to do it tomorrow.
It's approaching the finals, and most of the tests are out of the way. This semester has passed by so fast, and I'm beginning to see that my life is a really short period of time. I only hope that I make good use of the time.
A poet's life is summed up in the poems written. I wonder what poem my life will be.

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