Living forever seems great when you're young
Fit as a fiddle that's never been strung
Potentially brilliantly silvery of tongue
All roads looking rosy ahead
The world is your oyster and time still a friend
There's rules to be broken and money to spend
Enough booze and powder and signals to send
Guaranteeing a welcoming bed
A little bit later the boy about town
Leaves the high life to others and tries settling down
He took on a princess to pawn her gold crown
And kill all her feelings stone dead
Time is moving so quickly he can't win the race
No longer a kid who is up with the pace
An old man appears to be wearing his face
His eyes seeing more than his head
Immortality no longer seems a safe bet
Alone at the end looking back with regret
The reapers' demanding a settling of debt
Hanging on to this life by a thread
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peto (
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Wow... its little your sitting at the end of my hospital bed.
Thanks for sharing! I ain't letting go of that thread
Hold on tight Dan
Thank you for the comment
Get well mucker and sooooon
A real and complete account of a passage through life in strong poetic form, peto. Great stuff.
You sir
Are a gent
Truly grateful
Many thanks
What a beautiful poem ! All the words you put together creating the perfect combination!
Many thanks for such a comment Neilton
So glad you seemed to enjoy
Appreciate more than you know
regret is an awful thing, "Hanging onto this life by a thread". I will surely have to follow you more often because your poems leave me at the edge of my seat!! Great job by the way!!
Thank you Christina
Hold on tight
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