Boy is born
Boy is made of silk gentle to the world
never crossing lines prepubescent pearl
Boy grows into man
Man is made of steel callous iron ore
huffing cans of power behind a wall of war
Man grows old
Old is made of scars topography of time
shedding timeless wisdom in arthritic pantomime
Old succumbs to death
Death is made of nothing heaven, hell nor rot
just floats their like an atom or something you forgot......
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 6:39 PM UTC
Boy is born
Boy is made of silk gentle to the world
never crossing lines prepubescent pearl
Boy grows into man
Man is made of steel callous iron ore
huffing cans of power behind a wall of war
Man grows old
Old is made of scars topography of time
shedding timeless wisdom in arthritic pantomime
Old succumbs to death
Death is made of nothing heaven, hell nor rot
just floats their like an atom or something you forgot......
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