Just singing
the same old song over
and over as the years just
fly by and are gone in the
blink of an eye.
Every new day
that I wake up I can't help
but wonder how much closer
I am to that day when
I will die.
No one knows
when it will come
and we cannot run for
time is a fire that we all burn
and knowledge is
something we all
yearn.
All we can hope for
is that we all learned something
along the many different roads
that we traveled as our
lives unraveled.
I learn something new
every day as I move along
invisible to some but
here to stay
and if you really knew me
you have been able to see me
somewhere along the way
as I try in my own way
to share this knowlege learned
with others for their use
some day.
I have learned
to stay strong to be able
to navigate the many different paths
and to shoulder life's wraths
so I could just keep moving along
singing that same old song
but I still have to cry without
even knowing why. Jon York 2012
Aug 13, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 at 2:06 PM UTC
Just singing
the same old song over
and over as the years just
fly by and are gone in the
blink of an eye.
Every new day
that I wake up I can't help
but wonder how much closer
I am to that day when
I will die.
No one knows
when it will come
and we cannot run for
time is a fire that we all burn
and knowledge is
something we all
yearn.
All we can hope for
is that we all learned something
along the many different roads
that we traveled as our
lives unraveled.
I learn something new
every day as I move along
invisible to some but
here to stay
and if you really knew me
you have been able to see me
somewhere along the way
as I try in my own way
to share this knowlege learned
with others for their use
some day.
I have learned
to stay strong to be able
to navigate the many different paths
and to shoulder life's wraths
so I could just keep moving along
singing that same old song
but I still have to cry without
even knowing why. Jon York 2012
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