On Growing Older Than I Am
On Growing Older Than I Am
Alas, this growing older than I am
drained me of the will to search for more
my life consumed incessantly with spam
I stood a vagrant beggar at the door
naked beneath the trappings of old skin
gazing through windowless cloudy past
as life, I’d truly love to live again,
roams freely through the shadows I have cast
So as I stiffen now inside this crate
hear sad footsteps slowly mark my fate
I must admit I never made this date
nor planned to leave the party quite so late
Thus, in the silence, I shall take my leave
dream of the life I lived and will not grieve.
4/22/2017
submitted to – YOU 20 Years From Now – Poetry Contest
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