lanaia74
Chillin in the morgue
Posts: 146
|
Post by lanaia74 on Sept 2, 2007 4:44:14 GMT -5
I am now in the winter of my life, I have lived a very happy life Getting on in years, seems just like yesterday, that I was vibrant and young Once I was married and had a wife Oh, I loved the song of youth, as it was being sung. I had a lot of friends in my youth, but now they all seem to die As the old saying goes, they are dropping like flies Age answers the question as to why Some of my friends, I didn't even have the time to say good bye. But down the road, a new resident has moved in Each time I see him, I know I have seen him some where before I know he is from my past, he looks as if he hasn't aged a day, seems over age, he did win If he has, I want to talk with him, I want to find out more. One day, I see him outside, so I say hello and we start to talk I tell him he looks very familiar, and I know we have met before But he denies it all, as we continue talking, as we walk He swears on his life we have never met before. I know I am getting on in age, but my sanity doesn't fail me The memory is there, guess I need something to jog my memory I remember now, when we were younger, we would play around, being happy and gay But he hasn't aged a day, this just can't be. He says if you remember my face, then you should remember my name Think about it, in your mind, let your memory replay Think hard, my friend, he says, I don't like playing games Then it comes to me as I stare at the face of Dorian Gray.
|
|
|
Post by vampyre on Sept 2, 2007 5:54:45 GMT -5
Excellent work as usual
|
|