The Resting
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THE RESTING
The death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all that none can ever see.
It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves,
once green and shinging in the morning sun,
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.
Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew
life now mundaned by passing of all time,
there's little left the heart would like to do.
Old one, you're numbered to your final breath
and rest is not until it's done in death.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet
aka Ron Wilson
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016
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