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A POEM ABOUT GETTING OLDERA AND FACING LIFE |
| AN HOUR PAST LINES GROW DEEPER STILL STARING AT SHATTERED GLASS QUIETLY WAITING FOR THE REAPER EYES CLOSE SLOWLY LINES GROW DEEPER ALL THINGS FORGOTTEN,REMEMBERED NOW HOLY FULL OF PAIN AND REGRET EYES CLOSE SLOWLY ALL THNGS LIMBER NOW ARE SET PEACE OF MIND BUT A DREAM FULL OF PAIN AND REGRET THE MIND RELEASES A SILENT SCREAM YOUTH A WISH DENIED PEACE OF MIND BUT A DREAM PALM INVARIABLY LINED YOUTH A WISH DENIED AN HOUR PAST STILL STARING AT SHATTERED GLASS |