Thursday, December 31, 2009


The old man stumbled down the street on his aged, worn in feet.
his new life is slow, a broken heart beat keeps time.
things will never be the same.
He thinks back to certain times and starts to cry.
Wiping his tears, he starts heading back home.
Forever just keeps going.

Complications turned into confusion!
Many people, not much time, running wild, committing crime.
The hawks fly high, and by and by they try to spot a mouse.
The world is ending, but not at my house.

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