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i, all my being slowly aging

written by: Lance Sheridan

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Age, you came by way of withering hands

aching bones

and missing smiles- i remember the smiles,

tucked away

in old albums in an attic where a burned

out bulb

swung with its deacon, the dark.

Ah! yes, you have all things ready for me in a

quiet place

i'll be there, by and by, as weariness continues to

haunt me

(after all it is your messenger, what sense is this)

i already

feel the skeleton of your fingers, thin and damp

touching me

a cold, airy vengeance- a shadowy portend.

i cover one eye as i slowly grow older,

it hides

my tears- yet, my hand feels my sadness;

perhaps we

can strike a bargain. ... let me dance

once more

barefoot in my memories, days of yesteryear.

As i bid my friends adieu, may i say with certainty

there wasn't

a place quite like my eyes, for with them i

have seen

much beauty, felt much love- like morning

crimson sun. ...

now my soul lays me down to sleep, i am alone.

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