Slowly abandoned by my mind,Searching for memories I’ll never find,Leaving faces and names behind,I’m growing old before my time,I watch my friends as they age and die,There’s no tears left, they’ve all run dry,Now I sit here for hours watching minutes go by,I’m growing old and I don’t know why,My wife has left me all alone,In the ground now, dust and bone,Strange how I miss the way she’d moan,I’m growing old all on my own,I no longer recognise my own face,As though I’ve left without a trace,I’m losing pace, I’ve lost this race,I’m growing old and without grace.
About the Creator
Stel Tsolakides
My thoughts sometime get away from me, what I write is the result of that runaway brainI like to try different styles and experiment with formats, sometimes it works, sometimes...not so much.
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