Rust and Dust
My rusty mind plays tricks on me,
As I step through the gate to my old life.
With rust of all I was and, all I am yet to be.
Every memory is covered in rust and layers of dust,
Of untold things and songs yet to be sung.
As I leave my old rusty life behind I don't forget,
My old friend and the one I left behind.
In the dust and all the rust where they
will stay like statues for all of us,
Collecting the rust and dust of life.
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Poetry
PoetryThis is all the poems I have ever wrote and feel like sharing with you I will be adding more later but comments would be nice as long as they are nice.
