Shoutout to the geriatric
EvilToasterElf
Posts: 1,119
Looking Back
If only in my dying breath
my feet could tread one distant world
and live the greatest dreams I’ve dreamt
infinity could be unfurled.
If only in my walking days
could I but have one single love
and dwarf the rolls of every stage
and revel in the skies above.
If only I could tempt the rest
to follow in a few footsteps
to drink the beauty with both eyes
and climb where the horizon dies
to whisper hopes to a gold sunrise.
We stumble into caves of truth
candy in this decaying tooth
the wind that brushes through our hair
spending all the years of youth
flirting with the perfumed air.
Tired hands wipe glowing scalps
while photo albums store the smiles
thoughts of trips into the alps
evaporate each step down the aisle.
The lonely miles melt in mirrors
driven through wrinkled highways
marks of age have become clearer
clouds now gather under your eyes
each year a spark amidst the blaze
but your inferno was consumed
by roots that gathered seeds of life
knowledge fell on rainy days
and whispers filled the empty rooms
If only in my dying breath
my feet could tread one distant world
and live the greatest dreams I’ve dreamt
infinity could be unfurled.
If only in my walking days
could I but have one single love
and dwarf the rolls of every stage
and revel in the skies above.
If only I could tempt the rest
to follow in a few footsteps
to drink the beauty with both eyes
and climb where the horizon dies
to whisper hopes to a gold sunrise.
We stumble into caves of truth
candy in this decaying tooth
the wind that brushes through our hair
spending all the years of youth
flirting with the perfumed air.
Tired hands wipe glowing scalps
while photo albums store the smiles
thoughts of trips into the alps
evaporate each step down the aisle.
The lonely miles melt in mirrors
driven through wrinkled highways
marks of age have become clearer
clouds now gather under your eyes
each year a spark amidst the blaze
but your inferno was consumed
by roots that gathered seeds of life
knowledge fell on rainy days
and whispers filled the empty rooms
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we could like, splash our friends and stuff...
very very nice
Creatijuice - now with calcium and bright ideas
complete with st johns worry wort and kinko-bulemia...