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Written 10/09/2011


Submitted:Jul 31, 2014    Reads: 9    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Once I took the bottle from my mother

Now I take the bottle from a bar

Once I lived with sisters and brothers

Now it's the back seat of a car

Once I was tucked beneath the covers

Now I sleep beneath the stars

Once I was young and had a lover

Now I wonder where they are

And like the leaves on the trees

That are falling to the street

I wonder where the time has gone

That's passing like the breeze

Once I was cared for by my father

Now I'm left here on my own

Once I didn't mine much or bother

Now I wish to God that I could roam

Once I had to go see the doctor

Now I'm lying here still as stone

Once was enough they'll be no other

Now you can see me at the funeral home

And like the leaves on the trees

That are falling to the street

You wonder where the time has gone

That's passed you and me





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