Reborn

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By Sandwich Massacre

You spend most of your time Thinking about those days when Your hair was long and wild And free from all those grays Your eyes were wide and finding Your lips were parted and pink Your fingers danced a journey They danced and didn’t think And the wave crashes down And you’re spiraling round And when the spiraling stops, you’ve withered And all the voyages you’ve crossed counted in the aches of bones no one knows how much you’ve withered… *Tomorrow you’ll be more beautiful than yesterday Your hands have never been this honest as you pray I bet you think your dreaming’s over anyway You’re still new to every day You’ve never been more beautiful than today You know deep down The sky never lost its flavors though You’ve tasted its depths before You know you never found what you were looking for You’re never too weak To gaze into their eyes, and They are never too tired To receive you I know you can’t deny it You wish you had the legs to run But you’ve still got a heart to love, so run away And the wind blows you round And your leaves have fallen down And when the blowing stops, you’ve withered All the tears you’ve cried Left you stuck in the mud With no one’s love 2005

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March 18, 2007 02:18 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~

I really like this poem. Or is it a song?It seems like it could be.You have described growing old and injured with possibly One more golden opportunity to live and love! Good poem!

May 30, 2007 06:02Sandwich Massacre

yes, it's a song