Friday, April 5, 2013
In 100 Years
wake work worry sleep
wake work worry sleep
this is the schedule that I keep
wake and work and worry and sleep
and I'll wake and I'll work and I'll worry and I'll sleep
until age takes the means to earn my keep
then I'll just wake and worry and sleep
wake and worry and sleep...
wake worry sleep
wake worry sleep
that is the way
I will pass each day
until age takes my reason away
and I have nothing left to say
so I'll wake and I'll sleep
and wake and sleep...
wake and sleep
wake and sleep
this is all that will be left of me
in a decade or maybe three
all I am will be something I used to be
until time plays its final tick for me
and then I'll sleep
sleep
sleep...
Labels:
age,
finality,
poetry,
time passing
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