A Setting Moon
The sun rises and falls,
foreshadowing whats to happen to us all,
we wait each day,
for another hopeful one to come,
but little do we know,
we could be another one,
another waste of human air,
with nothing grand,
so no one cares,
another life,
thats not been liven,
no longer to exist,
in this place that were given,
another slacker,
another lier,
another one whos way to tierd,
another fall of dusk,
another rise of dark,
another stone head set in place for us.
Copyright © Danielle Ferraro | Year Posted 2008
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