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closing days
These hands can't wave anymore,
but lips still stretch out to smile,
though the heart wants not!
Far ahead, a future stinks!
Leave all the "useless possessions"
in their place. Make yourself
a souvenir, for the day is near
when forgotten will be the memories!
The old boys and girls,
are now a thing of the past
like a rose, trampled on and far
gone, to where there isn't a smile.
grant me my wish, Oh Dear!
These closing days bring stress.
And when the last hour hits,
bury me in Dixie.
#oldage
#death
#life
#end
© Michael WRITTERWRITTER
but lips still stretch out to smile,
though the heart wants not!
Far ahead, a future stinks!
Leave all the "useless possessions"
in their place. Make yourself
a souvenir, for the day is near
when forgotten will be the memories!
The old boys and girls,
are now a thing of the past
like a rose, trampled on and far
gone, to where there isn't a smile.
grant me my wish, Oh Dear!
These closing days bring stress.
And when the last hour hits,
bury me in Dixie.
#oldage
#death
#life
#end
© Michael WRITTERWRITTER
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