Yesteryear
My mouth was parched in the years beyond the known.
The Mayan’s clock ceased to tick, destiny was blind.
With water a fading memory I walked the world alone
until coming across a fountain the fates dared to be kind.
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I lowered my head to the waters crystal clear
when a melodic voice rung through my head uncouth.
‘Each sip from here, gain a day, yet lose one more from yesteryear’
‘How thirsty will you have to be to drink from the fountain of youth’
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I thought it worth the price, to gain and lose a day.
Flowing like diamonds through fingers of greed
each mouthful I dared swallow made a memory fade away.
My innocence rebuilding, erasing each and every deed
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Drinking my fill, losing past thoughts both small and grand
I clasped on to one, of a ring I was giving.
With panic I wretched, hurling liquid of life onto sand
For without memories of love, life cannot be worth living…
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