pen & ink on rag paper MCS
Days are kept full
however the future
remains unmarked
Time whistles past
a familiar tune
however the name escapes
White clouds meander past
a gunmetal sky their backdrop
perhaps it will rain
Life marches on
death takes notice
one’s stature noted
This brush with the grim reaper
soon forgotten and out of mind
but somewhere a pine box is being built
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Comments
Very good.....but rather chilling!
r
beautifully deep
rated with love
Wave after wave
None passes without
leaving its' mark
on the sands of time