Countdown
You can say the sky has many hues
You can say the stars are all your friends
You can say the sun has paid its dues
And that this love affair won’t ever end
There’s so much there to hope for and invest in
And maybe even build up and describe
You can say it’s all an open question
But I’m counting down the days until I die
The man under the bridge awaits the signal
To greet the train that will decide his fate
He’s all done with the sellers in the middle
But can’t divorce them in his present state
But from his desk, he now retrieves the bottle
Takes off his boxer shorts and sheds his tie
He shoots his wife and tells a supermodel
That he’s counting down the days until he dies
Turn a page —
That calendar, that dream
In Limbo, do the shuffle
In thine eye find the beam
You can play ecarte on Riviera
You can watch the silver in the sky
You can disembark, but I can’t sail there
While I’m counting down the days until I die
Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2025
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