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Worn out to extent of collapse, My body clock about to elapse. Turning from a strong mountain, Cascading like a giant fountain. Crumbling into a pile of rock, Life slowing hearing it tick tick. Feeling it's time to close my eyes, Waiting for tomorrow's hidden disguise. Time to dim the bright light, Then with a sigh say night night. This bodies ready for the heap, Sweet Dreams my friends it's time to sleep. © Grant Dickson 09/02/2016
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 5:13 AM UTC
Beaten Down
Worn out to extent of collapse, My body clock about to elapse. Turning from a strong mountain, Cascading like a giant fountain. Crumbling into a pile of rock, Life slowing hearing it tick tick. Feeling it's time to close my eyes, Waiting for tomorrow's hidden disguise. Time to dim the bright light, Then with a sigh say night night. This bodies ready for the heap, Sweet Dreams my friends it's time to sleep. © Grant Dickson 09/02/2016
I wrote this after so many greats of the music and movie world had passed away in the first months in 2016
#life#time#thoughts#feeling
WandererofEdinburgh
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WandererofEdinburgh
55/M/Edinburgh
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 5:13 AM UTC
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