Winning Age Race
Can we win this fight
this fight of life
as it runs so fast
can we end this time
do we have breath
to breath
my life has been given a certain time
will I enjoy it before I die
each day
it’s hard to stand
as your tongue drags the sand
lift up your head if you can
life has made me feel this dead
I’m changing as time runs out
wrinkles and grey hair
leaning over on a cane
times ran out
I’m going insane
my mind feels young
my body feels still
sick each day
I feel hope
this not the end i need peace
R.L.R.
1/03/2011
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