“All that’s left is Dust”
Down around the bend
Closer to the end
All the letters neatly penned
No more gardens left to tend
It’s just the way it goes
Dreams come to a close
New homes for old clothes
One last picture show
And the
Treasures are just stuff
Keepsakes are just junk
Heirlooms turn to rust
And
All that’s left is dust
We
Ask for one more day
Something more to say
One more friendly fray
And then
Take it as it lays
But the
Treasures are now junk
Keepsakes are now stuff
Heirlooms turn to dust
And
All that’s left is rust
Yes It’s a
Long and winding road
With
One more turn to go
A never ending show
That never ends you know
Then
One more happy high
Another tearful try
No more wondering why
And
So long, adieu, goodbye
Yes,
My
Treasures are now stuff
My
Keepsakes are now junk
My
Heirlooms turned to rust
And
All that’s left is dust
Down around the bend
We can’t escape the end
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC
“All that’s left is Dust”
Down around the bend
Closer to the end
All the letters neatly penned
No more gardens left to tend
It’s just the way it goes
Dreams come to a close
New homes for old clothes
One last picture show
And the
Treasures are just stuff
Keepsakes are just junk
Heirlooms turn to rust
And
All that’s left is dust
We
Ask for one more day
Something more to say
One more friendly fray
And then
Take it as it lays
But the
Treasures are now junk
Keepsakes are now stuff
Heirlooms turn to dust
And
All that’s left is rust
Yes It’s a
Long and winding road
With
One more turn to go
A never ending show
That never ends you know
Then
One more happy high
Another tearful try
No more wondering why
And
So long, adieu, goodbye
Yes,
My
Treasures are now stuff
My
Keepsakes are now junk
My
Heirlooms turned to rust
And
All that’s left is dust
Down around the bend
We can’t escape the end
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