I'm old and tired, so tired, I can't see the world
Ahead of me anymore
No more, no more, no more
Old and grey that is, my body-aches
I guess, they can't take
My weight
Beyond their wishes
Carrying my very own load
Is such a desperate tough road
I'm old and rough dry roots
No more youth, to wear those combat boots
No spit shine, no more cute
The old and the past
Middle life dream, this tree once was green
Cannot be for last
Yes, I'm old and tired, now all is gone
Old and grey
Dying like old oak tree, time has flown.
By: Juli Monat
Copyright (c) 2013
Submitted: October 20, 2013
© Copyright 2021 Juli Monat. All rights reserved.
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tard bockel
vivid metaphor, moving
Sun, October 20th, 2013 5:29pmAuthor
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tard,
Mon, October 21st, 2013 7:38amthanks, glad you like it.