Rubbing tears off the face,
His palms have eroded.
His Corvette once shiny,
Is now claimed by rust.
He took the country road back home,
Only to find it reduced to dust.
He has lost everything I had,
He's too tired to be sad.
The flickering flame went out,
And the melted wax lay around;
His eyes slowly closed,
In a sleep eternal and sound.
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PoesieI'll be entertaining y'all while playing with words. Rest assured you won't leave without an impression. Sit back and enjoy!
