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By bp Date: 2003 Dec 29 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.29.18.14.5197]] |
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when i look around this place its antiquated beds and halls, and hearing sounds that old age brings the sounds of sadness through the walls. and glancing into hollow eyes which stare ahead in planted gaze. what story i wonder therein lies, a story in which they lived their days. now at last their all alone alone because they have no place. no place that they can call their own no children now to show there love. yes lives now spent and youth gone past their silver hair and faces red, this lonely life they live at last and roam these halls until their dead. old and crippled a man now lies, a cruel way for life to end. to stay this way until he dies in a dim lit room, void of friends. quietly now a woman sits, her spouse and children long since gone. to do no more but wait her turn of when her lonely life is done. a sorrow touches felt by all of knowing that the end is near. there's those awaiting final call, a call to death which some do fear. so gather your memories and keep them safe treat them as God's gift to thee. love those nearest with the time you have, for tomorrow holds no guarantees.... |