Dust on Crumbled Stone - InkSpot.Com
About This Author
Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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In my youth, with worries naught, I found the untold truth I sought, Hidden lies in lessons learned, Left me cool to fools that taught. Most my songs have long been sung, Although I feel as if still young, Only the merciful breath of time, Smooths the tone of an elderly tongue. The universe lurks black and vast, No gray matter will ever last, But of memories I now recall, How fast the sun of summer passed. We all face life’s end alone, The fear of death is to the bone, Soon will come our time to die, To be the dust on crumbled stone.
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