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Aged
Contributed by
eugene
on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 11:18:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
sarcasticpoetry
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The locomotive engines
in my heart are all quaking
it's tough to hear my quiet memory.
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The walls of my mind
they are falling and crashing
my thoughts have no hiding place.
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The tubes of my body
all of them are shrinking
now my blood cannot flow with ease.
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The hairs on my head
they are balding and graying
my mirror is now my closest friend.
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In the life I live at this stage
I am a matured tree withering
who knows when my trunk will fall.
Copyright ©
eugene
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2004-03-09 11:18:41]
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Re: Aged
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 11:23:37 AM AEST
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| Good write here... it is one of the feels of old age, it's good to know there are some oldies at this site. I like this write |
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Re: Aged
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by desire on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 01:12:52 PM AEST
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| your are a very versatile write to you reach everyone and every age..this one goes to show the maturity you have beyond your years..i love this quite alot..but then i know how brilliant you are ...beautiful write my friend...slr |
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