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Aging puppet

When I opened my eyes, I recall the weirdest dream 
I was an aging puppet time breaking my strings
Years ago, I enjoyed a younger life 
Now my strings are being cut by an age-old knife  
Being young and healthy is our biggest prize 
Five years ten years disappear in front of your eyes 
Celebrate your youth in a healthy way 
Your aging strings will wear thin someday
One string, two strings break, you lose your walk 
More lines break you can barely talk 
Five strings, six strings, your flat on the ground 
Without the strings of speech, you utter no sound 
Rows are wearing thin that made you strong 
Before too much longer, your strings will be gone 
The life we live will someday end 
Strong strings through time will eventually thin 
Some sell their souls for a new spool of strings
But it doesn't change what old age brings 
The stringless puppet vanishes without making a sound 
Strings break, he falls hard to the ground
He lays helpless, no movement at all
He's finally taking his life-ending fall.
 
Lpickard
Copyright © William Pickard

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