older now. at the top. reached the days where every morning, afternoon, and evening are the same, and the only "living large" is trying a new restaurant.
gray hands for a gray day.
button your cuff links of diamonds and pocket your pens of gold.
huh, is it over yet?
all your life you've worked hard to get here, why?
every night when you sleep you hope to rise to peach hands on a blue day.
wake to a wailing alarm clock... light on... grey.
A contest entry
- "This statement is a lie." by PatheticKt.
300 points, ended September 30, 2008, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
limping and griping
Comments
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Had to read it two times to get the theme
I'm sometimes slow so, no worries.
Anyway, I definitely like theme that you took from the picture prompt. I, too, also wonder that when we work hard and reach to the peak, won't the days still passing by be the same still?
I like the tone as well. Low-key in its beauty- quite mellow, you know?
All in all, great job you did here ^^
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