My eyes sit as two old men
Watching the sunset,
Buried within the years and passing years and coming years
And sleep weighing heavy on the brow,
Verifying truths of what aught to be
In the misinterpretations of a happy life.
In time I sleep, awaking to a new world
Dead and gone.
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shanelle
09:33 Oct 05 2008
nice