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Aug 11
As a timepiece is under the auctioneers hammer
He repeats the words, going, going, gone, in his usual daily grammer
For we as people are not set in stone
The dinosaurs ruled but now all that is left is bone
If your drink is half empty or always half full
No matter what, no one can escape our final curtain call
And all those pills you take can only delay our inevitable ending
Go make those last apologies, to a life beyond now mending
But to end on a high, some of us really did live in our prime
Now to watch that clock tick down, we had a pretty good time
So if you think you've been low and often down trodden, fear not
You will always be a legend my son, and yes,
Gone,
But never forgotten

JJB
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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