My time is at a finish,
I need it to be up
From always half full,
to a drained, now empty cup
If water be blood,
mine has evaporated away
Those urges don't flow,
for that quick roll in the hay
Stagnant, stale, sat rotting like bread
I have cried my last tears,
no more can be said
But please remember those times,
when we laughed and we played
For we did have some great times,
back in the day
But when fate can no longer be swayed
Then think of my peace,
as now,
I will forever stay

Thank You

JJB