Flowing past my life
Endless rotting tide
The same, I change anew
Continue my endless steps
Covering myself with today
Disguised and so abrupt
This world has gone soft
Buried beneath gardens and brick
No one seems to see
The teetering of the tree
Life, so delicately honed
Easily lost, so pin on end
I was there when we discovered fire
I'll be there when the Sun burns out
I will go on and on
With Death my constant guide
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Pickled Smiles and Other Poems
PoetryDelve into a wonderful compilation of poems, ranging from the serious to the whimsical.
