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I looked in the mirror
when I sat down to write,
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Go my sweet child,
Seek other arms to hold and wish you well;
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Along darkened paths grow weary
The tired eyes left unguided
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Old woman sitting
In a rocking chair
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While I’m young
I want to do something crazy
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Don't live for yesterday
Live for tomorrow
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You’re not welcome here
Reads the pristine notice
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A man's life passes him by as he sits with his only friends...
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Sharp sand in my eyes,
Tears like blood dripping out scripture.
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In the dusk-painted hours,
I keep company with
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Starting with a sphere, yet let it shine with the glory of the soul
Add on pieces of love to coat the new born spirit
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MaMa use to say
age ain't nothing
by pigapoo
9 lines, 1 comment,
on May 9 9:22 AM. In age
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Young between the lines of your wrinkles
and my life living
by LeanneBridgewater
23 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 22 11:18 PM. In Contest, Thoughts, Life, Society, Nature, age, death, Hate, Lost love
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With bluish silver, whirling eyes
and hearts that have kissed so many times
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A rant about how being younger does not change your desire to be intelligent...
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Into the distance, the way that we do,
But not the same distance, the me and the you;
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A few homes in the row have porchlights burning all night, but not many.
Too early for birdsong, too late for crickets' chirruping.
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This rustic smell infiltrates my senses
Beads of light fall gently through white curtains
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In a hospital bed he lies
with crinkled sheets to sheild him from the cold.
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My ol' Bonnie girl,
On her newly built, strong porch.
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Devoid of the tarnish known to impart
Blemish on polaroids where dust has slept.
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Are you amused of the moon climbing earth?
Habitually as the land grows cold
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They, like your skin, begin to show the creases
And those wrinkles that only crows have known
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Today I felt my eyes
slip to the ground
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Now I am older, and tend to forget.
Stableness of mind hasn't left me yet.
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