PoeticMayheim
final residence 2/12/04
Looking through the hour glass of time
sand grains drop rapidly,
life quickly flashing before blind sight
the feeling is grave
soon it will be my grave,
so I give thanks for breath I currently receive;
at night when I dream my vision catches
a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel;
at first it was as small as the end of a funnel,
but lately I've noticed that its more
than a twinkle down the hall;
soon I will experience my final fall,
so as I get closer to death I wonder
where my soul will eternally reside?
sand grains drop rapidly,
life quickly flashing before blind sight
the feeling is grave
soon it will be my grave,
so I give thanks for breath I currently receive;
at night when I dream my vision catches
a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel;
at first it was as small as the end of a funnel,
but lately I've noticed that its more
than a twinkle down the hall;
soon I will experience my final fall,
so as I get closer to death I wonder
where my soul will eternally reside?
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final residence 2/12/04
final residence 2/12/04