The Fall of the Proud Old Warrior
The only thing unchanging is
the eternal parade of change...
Evolution, or entrophy,
They are the same at times
The still proud old warrior,
Once flying thru the air....
With Martial Arts Ease.....
The once sought after musician....
Now considered too old, too useless....
Some things they CAN'T take awa from me...
My dignity, small as it might have shrunk....
My faith, large as it has grown....
My intellect...my on line name Quasarttt
Look it up to get a clue.....
The TTT, historic.....
Tom The Tramp.....
I've had to surrender health,
And plans of any longevity.....
I'm learning the price of time,
I'm learning the price of pain....
May look alike to you....
To me they are not the same...
Perception...
Reality.....
Forced to live in the Here and Now,
Craving but the past....
I'll be moving on once again....
Soon my breath will be my last.
I don't look like me no more....
Don't feel like me no more....
But I'm aware of the joys ahead.....
I've been able to peek,
Inside the door....
On more than one occassion,
And fear death no more....
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