The Day After You Give Upby William Ramos

After you give up and surrender your cause <BR>The world will never end, not even pause <BR>For one in a second. The bud that has refused <BR>to bloom, won’t freeze the blossom in on if it choose, <BR>It wilts, it shrivels, in ugy, slow death. <BR><BR><BR>The day after you give up the sun will shine <BR>Still. The moon and the stars shall tantalize <BR>In your demise, you will still breathe, you will <BR>feel the heat in little burns and tiredness. <BR>You’ll fall in rugged, scrapping, tortous crest. <BR><BR>The years after you give up, the world still does… <BR>Continues. Things go on, children grow and <BR>fire aglow. But not you. You die every day <BR>While breath still linger you. Yet with nothing <BR>To speak for, the shame will kill you. Gradually. <BR><BR><BR><BR>March 7, 2001