We are but a single brush stroke
Painted upon the canvas of time
We start out bright and vibrant
But end in dust and grime
Much like the written word
Over time we grow brittle
And yellow upon the page
Lost as all things are, to time and age
In the beginning we are graceful
Like a ballet dancer upon the stage
But slowly we lose our luster
As we inch ever closer to the grave
And nothing we’ll ever do can stop
The process we call life
So, live a life worth living
And go easy into the night
About the Creator
Edward Val
I'm a poet by nature and a Soldier by trade and my writing reflects my experiences not only in life but also in war. I use writing as way to express myself and deal with the horrors I've seen and hope my words can help my fellow Veterans.
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