| Open Poetry #51 |
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The Wait |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA
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It is a tragic fact I face- When contemplating time. That it took all our dreams and hopes- And left regrets behind. It took the youthful vigor, friend- Left weariness and dread- And morbid contemplation of- The fact I’ll soon be dead. Do I fear death? Why! Not at all- It should be plain to see- Mortality is not my foe- The wait is killing me. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
ha...you ended this perfectly, John. So well can relate here. |
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