Friday, May 20, 2016

one minute I was young and lucky

the next minute so sick and aged

you're only left to wonder

just when and where the gun went off

how far the distances when your legs

give up so just walking down the street

is some journey but one minute the sun shines

and the next minute you're finished as rain

and clods of earth seal this particular sojourn

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