The first day was the worst  because we never knew
and when we knew the first day was through and we got through to the second day which was in no way better than the first day, we became better at knowing how bad it became.

it goes along at a pace
and we face the future
as the future recedes,

I'm tired now
She'll say
not so
but I know
that
I am.

This is sent to test me
tomorrow is no rest day
I have to work
and work becomes my punishment
for a lifetime of enjoyment
and I'm locked into employment
until the day I die.

She says
and She says
be brave
but
I'm scared now
how will it turn out?

not last orders at the
Barley Mow
they barred me years ago.

those who've passed
look in on me
and
one of them laughs
at me,
that's ok
I miss them all anyway
even the comedians.

Living and dying
it's all very trying
but
we're all surviving
so quit with the moaning.

I remember when
the nurse said cough
I said,
ahem
your hands are cold,
but that was before I got old
when cold is a constant reminder
that the summer has gone.

Deaf to the voices
and
blind to the stares
everyone's out there
hawking their wares
could be
Shakespearian
but
more likely
Dickensian

here we go again
smallpox
cholera
diphtheria
it gets eerier,

seen it in
the London Illustrated News
so
it must be true
just like Facebook is.

She'll see what
She wants to see
I said
it's me
me
me
me
but
She'll see
what I could be
because
She sees what She
wants to see.

She took my heart
broke it apart
she said and that's
not all I'll do
I'll break your bones
turn them to glue
and then she said
what will you do

bang
bang
she took me down
bang
bang
my baby took....

you know the rest of the song,
make your own words up
I did.

The world is vast, a canvas wide,
Endless skies where dreams reside.
You are the paint, the brush, the hand,
A force that shapes the shifting land.

Each breath you take, a star’s embrace,
Ancient fires, timeless grace.
With every step, you carve your way,
A mark that lingers, night and day.

Through the fabric of time you weave,
The future bends, the past believes.
Your will, a storm that moves the sea,
Echoes through realms where none can see.

You are the pulse, the heart, the spark,
A light that shatters endless dark.
In your soul, the universe does bend...
You are the start, and you are the end.