Lily Oehm

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Original Poem:
Kick the bucket
This bucket is full
Of both treasure and trash,
It is precious like gold
And as fragile as glass.
By kicking this bucket
You may not feel a thing,
But the people around you
Their hearts, they will sting.
What lies inside
We cannot replace,
And once it is gone
Will be felt for days.
They tell us not
To kick this bucket,
Or hit it, or shake it,
Or plain old just chuck it.
They say, You can do it
Or Be strong. Youll get through it
But in the end
It is all up to fate,
Because at this time
Its a little too late.
Since this has to be
The worst time to luck it,
Well all have no choice,
But to kick the bucket.