As days get shorter and nights get colder,
As we all keep getting older.
As another sunset ends we end another day,
As upon our heads we welcome yet another grey.
As we weaken as we wrinkle,
As our memories begin to crinkle.
As we stop standing still,
As we weaken from being ill.
As we stay in the beds we've made,
As our lives continue to fade.
As the regret creeps upon our stage,
As the curtain falls it stops our age.
As the time the tears will shed,
As the life leaves we lay dead.
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Author:
Farmerama (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2017 00:06
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
A fine summation of physical life, 'F'! Welcome to MPS.
Erm thanks not done poetry in over 5 years it didnt need to be graded by you though
Won't happen again. You will find, however, that fellow poets here routinely support each other with complimentary comments and encouragement. If that offends you, you are probably on the wrong site.
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