Mortality rides upon my shoulders
Whispers words of doubt into my ears
It has taken from me precious moments
With the blink of an eye turned them to years
Tearing at the cracks in my memories
Revealing my deepest desires and fears
Confusing fantasy with reality
And turning happiness to sorrowed tears
Incoherant Ramblings 2017
The haunting sadness of Mortality, so well imagined, Jerry.
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Thanks Roland
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So well put
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Thank you Derrick, glad you liked it.
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A good way to say it. Sounds melancholy, but it’s how it feels to live it.
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Sometimes I envy my younger friends and fellow bloggers for there ignorance of age.
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Love this rhyming wisdom, Jerry!
Yes, “the blink of an eye”…I can’t believe how the years have flown by!
(((HUGS)))
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The older you get the faster they go by. This is why I say, “slow down and enjoy each minute” Thanks, and many hugs back.
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“Tearing at the cracks in my memories.” I love this. And how I know it! Thanks, Jerry. Happy Thanksgiving.
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