Age Old
By Shane
Doesn’t want it Doesn’t need it Doesn’t need to live to see it, to feel it, to be it Since the dawn of time, man has lived to surpass his prime But what for?, for what? Sentiment, irony, to live the righteous of equality The clock begins and starts again No time limit, When’s the end? No limits set Punched in at birth, Punched out half way Hard lines and pain are here to stay It’s all downhill from here, unwanted, unneeded A frozen image of the past is all that’s left of youth now passed No answers lie in the age old glass, this time We will survive this time? The endless loop of life The repletion of words spoken before, Can’t stop the rain of days, fallen before I’ll do today as yesterday, as will I do again Doesn’t bother us now, not here somehow I see what life is for What it’s worth, priceless, like peace now sold The cost of the life?, The price of growing old Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 02:08 AM PST 10 • 0
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