Aging Puppet

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