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By: One yet within the morning light Many days go slipping by Quickly as we wonder why Wherefore goes the time that’s lost? As we ponder aging's cost All we’ve worked for just like sand Slipping softly through our hands Long before we first draw breath Already we are bound for death Every moment yet un-cast Ever built upon the past All alone we wander through All the things we failed to do Standing in the twilight hour Watching night, the day, devour Knowing all will soon be gone Nothing left but hope of dawn Life as such it ever is Is lost amidst our hubris But even as the shadows gather Under Night Mares streaming lather Undaunted gather we once more Daring death itself to war For though our end can naught but come As all life's parts achieve their sum And though our fight may gain no more Then seconds add to our score We still must stand against the dusk And cleave to life within this husk For life's not measured in its length, ~ or what you had to give But just how hard, with what you had, ~ you truly tried to live For more see: ~ http://aweavingofwords.blogspot.com ~
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Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 12:35 AM UTC
Dusk
By: One yet within the morning light Many days go slipping by Quickly as we wonder why Wherefore goes the time that’s lost? As we ponder aging's cost All we’ve worked for just like sand Slipping softly through our hands Long before we first draw breath Already we are bound for death Every moment yet un-cast Ever built upon the past All alone we wander through All the things we failed to do Standing in the twilight hour Watching night, the day, devour Knowing all will soon be gone Nothing left but hope of dawn Life as such it ever is Is lost amidst our hubris But even as the shadows gather Under Night Mares streaming lather Undaunted gather we once more Daring death itself to war For though our end can naught but come As all life's parts achieve their sum And though our fight may gain no more Then seconds add to our score We still must stand against the dusk And cleave to life within this husk For life's not measured in its length, ~ or what you had to give But just how hard, with what you had, ~ you truly tried to live For more see: ~ http://aweavingofwords.blogspot.com ~
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caleb-alan-kestner
American
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 12:35 AM UTC
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