Tired Lament

These old bones feel so heavy,
As I sit in this worn out chair,
And the world is so much colder now,
Though no one seems to care.

I think I’ve reached my final days,
Dwindled to but a few,
Each day now like the one before,
Too soon they will be done.

They shut me away here,
In this so called home,
Where I eat and sleep,
My days not but a blur.

I look all about me
This space where I live,
No laughter or love,
Just my dried dusty tears.

All the good times are memories,
So faded with age,
My friends, my lovers,
They’ve all gone ahead

I gaze out the window,
Across well manicured lawn,
And wonder yet again the loss,
Where has my life gone?

Perhaps it is come,
My time to move along,
For the truth seems to shout at me,
I’ve simply lived too damn long……..

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre January 12th, 2008

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