Thursday 23 June 2011

A short poem

swelling veins
sagging necks
thinning skin
ageing wrecks
open tired heavy eyes
autopilot robotified
built to live
but not to last
no synchronisation
now time has passed
'being young is in the mind'
or so they say
but who are 'they'?
and who were 'they'
when 'they' were who?
keep occupied
and stretch those legs
fill up your time
and eat those eggs

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