Life becomes one fast swish.
After the many wishes.
Most become like schools of fishes.
YET, we end up doing the dishes.
Days become fast years.
We close our once open ears.
Listening to memory songs of old.
Weather always seems to be cold.
AGE, puts a hand on you.
All the once, friends are now few.
An old timers bench to keep you warm.
So life swishes by with time and song.
The eyes close with time,
death the end goal line.
[from 8hop.com 2007 offline] POEWHIT 2013
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