zaterdag 6 september 2008

THE OLD DYING MAN

My eyes are weary deep in their sockets
My bones seen a million miles
My hands are trembling
not taking orders from my brain no more
but the soul is still rich
it never knew what’s poor

My skin’s full of canyons
My breathing heavier
I hope soon comes to pass
I don’t want it no more

My pupils dilate
the blood slows down
The heart stutters
soul’s trying to hold on with all its might
This is more than just a peek
into the tunnel of light

I think of you my love
as I enter the door
If I had been given more time
I could’ve given you ….
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