Sunday, August 16, 2015

Getting Old

I won't listen to the preacher screaming doom
I won't become a carrier of gloom

Though the house is empty and bare
I'll stay in the shadows of my lair

Death and destruction reoccurring themes
life really is a big joke it seems

So the black becomes blue
The sky changing hue

Run from the forthcoming light
Like an animal filled with fright

Seek shelter from the dawn
until the daylight is gone

This world hard and cold
Wears you down, makes you old
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