I've been the best of it and the worst of it, I've
been blessed and I've been cursed by it and it
never knew me
at all.
On the plus side by the wayside, they've ignored me and it suited me,
invisible and yet there,
no one saw me,
I didn't care.
Now I'm ancient, almost a monument to the hard days, the back door through the yard ways and I am still a part of it whatever it can be.
When the time comes on the day that the sun bursts
I'll be first in the queue
looking at you
looking at it.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
I've been the best of it and the worst of it, I've
been blessed and I've been cursed by it and it
never knew me
at all.
On the plus side by the wayside, they've ignored me and it suited me,
invisible and yet there,
no one saw me,
I didn't care.
Now I'm ancient, almost a monument to the hard days, the back door through the yard ways and I am still a part of it whatever it can be.
When the time comes on the day that the sun bursts
I'll be first in the queue
looking at you
looking at it.
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