crismaire

Not usually one for baths, due to the fact I spend to much time in the bath and come out looking a hundred yes old.. But after spending three hours clearing my garden, which looked like something outta Jurassic world 2 hours in the bath seemed like the thing to do

An ode to life and death, love and hate,

Fills both the rich and paupers plate.

As God's rejoice and angels cry mankind's time moves swiftly by.

All too sudden the final breath, regret is all we can bequeath

The road not traveled through are own refrain the final blow the lasting pain.

An ode to those that pass away with wrinkled face and hair...
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Listen can you hear it? His voice in the wind,

Alone he stands howling, seeking her reply...

By the light of the moon he searches, listens

The lone wolf baying at the moon can you hear his call?

His mournful song just a verse waiting for her to join the chorus

The wind carries his song through hills and mountains, valleys and rivers, At last...
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That horrible moment when you decide to give yourself a trim without checking your razor settings leaving your genitals looking like the last chicken in the shop....

Discovery of self amongst the myriad of others opinions and projections.

A reflection of self I cannot see, a pedestal I cannot reach.

A distorted visage, the reverse of Dorian`s portrait, I stand battered and bruised, imperfect.

Locked away as not to embellish the perfect picture painted by others.

Seen by so many but never glimpsed by my eyes, never felt in heart or soul....
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