Darned Out Body
Darn the worn out,
And in such a manner,
That the thing appears new,
He did it with clothes,
I used to do that with lives,
I did several times with my own,
and of those connected around,
We had all broken shreds of lives,
And underneath peered near-deaths,
And they were not wrong,
When they had said,
That we die several times in our lives,
What they had not said,
That we darn it each time,
Good or bad,
More often than not,
It’s bad and rather very bad,
We age with the impact,
And as yet go on,
Our body is cloth to our souls,
Which escapes it,
The day body is completely worn out,
And cannot be darned about.
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