And All That Could of Been
the longevity of life
This is not fortold
forbidden then hidden
Long days ago
But I would think the world is old
For it cry's and moans
Like a dying mans soul
Unable to make a claim
It endures and withers
Withering in pain
As its children feed
On its remains
I stand and wonder
About lost days
Has it all been a waste?
In this twilight
I turn toword the sun thinking
What we could of done
Closing my eyes
I wait for the end
And all that could of been
Copyright © Reese Giroux | Year Posted 2009
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